<?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-4398772522827237468</id><updated>2012-02-08T05:17:34.181-08:00</updated><category term='k addiction'/><category term='christmas post'/><category term='book reviews'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='k-drama addiction'/><category term='peter pan'/><category term='happy anniversary blog'/><category term='personal thoughts'/><category term='random'/><category term='Tumblr quotes'/><category term='scary stories'/><category term='year-ender post'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='love'/><category term='own lit  poem'/><category term='inagination'/><category term='happy halloween'/><category term='touching story'/><category term='happy mother&apos;s day'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'>my random rantings xD ..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-2225859995369736284</id><published>2011-12-16T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:37:37.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>Xmas Party :)</title><content type='html'>Today was our Christmas Party and it was so much fun :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, me and my cousin Venus didn't know how to make Buko Salad, which was our assigned recipe for the party ( Yeah I know we suck, but we're just not good in cooking and stuffs like that ). After a while, we figured out what to do and fortunately, it turned out good :] Then I fixed myself up and went straight to our school. There's so many food and everyone -even our teachers- were having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that the highlight of the party was the part when we exchanged gifts. My classmate, Edison, gave me a super BiG white Teddy Bear :) It's really fluffy and I love it. Sean gave me a cute little Blue Magic stuff toy, mug &amp;amp; flower. I'm really thankful for those gifts and touched at the same time because of the dedication he said when he handed me those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dougie battle inside our room was hilarious. The 3rd year students did some crazy dance moves and it was really epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foods were already eaten by that time and all were really having a good time. The games were next and I was chose to partner with Sean in the Paper Dance. It was really embarrassing because of all the teasing we received from our classmates. When the paper we had to share was already too small for the both of us, he gave me a piggy-back ride so in the end we won. We also played The Longest Line. It was Boys vs. Girls so us girls really did our best to take off anything we had just to make the longest line and guess what? we won again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, we said our goodbyes to the teachers and other schoolmates and wished them happy holidays. We immediately went to Knoll's house to continue our celebration with our teacher, Sir John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun there. We just chill out and talked about anything. When it was time to go, I said my goodbyes to all of my classmates and thanked them once again for the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I really enjoyed it and I hope we could do that again. It's already vacation for us that's why I'll really miss all of them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish them all an advanced Merry Christmas and Happy New Year :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as my affies too :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-2225859995369736284?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2225859995369736284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=2225859995369736284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2225859995369736284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2225859995369736284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas-party.html' title='Xmas Party :)'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-5873127812619190294</id><published>2011-09-05T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T04:32:36.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='own lit  poem'/><title type='text'>bleed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" &gt;[Bleed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am already down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But you’re pushing me deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My breath escapes as I drown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I can’t rise above the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am already broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But you keep tearing me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shattering every piece of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not sparing even my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am already crushed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And it’s getting hard to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why do you love it so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To see me suffer and bleed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-5873127812619190294?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5873127812619190294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=5873127812619190294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5873127812619190294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5873127812619190294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/09/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title='bleed.'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3608408941229620387</id><published>2011-08-27T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T08:50:22.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>words unsaid, feelings unexpressed..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know the feeling when you can't say what you really want to say? when it's so hard for you to express yourself to others? when you locked up yourself for a long time and it's so difficult to get out? That's what i'm feeling right now. I'm exposed to this new kind of environment and it's hard for me to cope up. Well, you can't blame me. I've tried my best, believe me. But i really can't seem to do better and it's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is, they're putting me down. Yes, those people around me put me down. They keep telling me that i'm like this and i'm like that. Seriously, it's depressing. I told them that i'm doing my best, that it's also hard for me. They told me that they only want me to feel better, but honestly they're making me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, i love them. At some point in my life, they're all i've got. But sometimes it's hard when i can't reach their expectations. I'm just me. I'm socially awkward, i'm shy, i'm scared, i'm fragile, i'm secretive, i'm sensitive, i lack in self-confidence. I just want them to understand that this is me. Sometimes i want to do things in my way and not be told by others. I'm so sick of people telling me to change just to please them. I really  do want to be better and improve but i want to do it for myself, not  for them. And honestly, i'm trying to change all of my negative traits but it's hard when they keep putting me down everytime. They're judging me without even knowing it and it hurts. I want them to know that even though i'm pure of insecurities inside, there's still a part of me that's worth keeping. I want them to see underneath my awkwardness. I hate to be judged because i know i'm better than those judgements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why they love to see me squirm under their gazes, why they love to make me feel bad about myself. I smile and tell them it's okay but inside i'm screaming 'why?'. They don't know that everytime they judge me and tell me hurtful things, i cry it all before i sleep at night. I cry because i'm not good enough for everyone, because they think i'm a socially inept weirdo, because no one seems to understand me. I'm tired of crying but still i cry because there's nothing much i can do. I just want to feel accepted, to feel appreciated, to feel important even just for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like this i wish i have my old friends. I wish i could still laugh with them at stupid things. I wish i have my old life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3608408941229620387?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3608408941229620387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3608408941229620387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3608408941229620387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3608408941229620387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/08/words-unsaid-feelings-unexpressed.html' title='words unsaid, feelings unexpressed..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-751393080811763246</id><published>2011-08-02T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T01:08:23.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>missing her .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viaevuFyXsE/Tjjm1KZz8nI/AAAAAAAAALo/L2Sj-TkZVJA/s1600/jhoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viaevuFyXsE/Tjjm1KZz8nI/AAAAAAAAALo/L2Sj-TkZVJA/s320/jhoi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636508734654247538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/--ulV4FkWRsw/TjjmtVQxDwI/AAAAAAAAALg/a7uPuSLa7wU/s1600/jhoiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ulV4FkWRsw/TjjmtVQxDwI/AAAAAAAAALg/a7uPuSLa7wU/s320/jhoiii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636508600130146050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; i miss her, my bestfriend Daryll Unice :( i haven't heard about her since like forever. Darzydarsxdarsx imy soo much :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-751393080811763246?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/751393080811763246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=751393080811763246&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/751393080811763246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/751393080811763246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/08/missing-her.html' title='missing her .'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-viaevuFyXsE/Tjjm1KZz8nI/AAAAAAAAALo/L2Sj-TkZVJA/s72-c/jhoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-8382470403491813004</id><published>2011-08-02T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:43:49.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>what is love?</title><content type='html'>What is love? Such a cliché question. Honestly, almost everyone have their own definition of love. All of us vary because some just say what they think it means while others refer from their experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my English teacher (Sir John) suddenly talked about it and asked me the same question, “what is love?”. As funny as it sounds I don’t know the answer so I just shrugged. One of my classmates said that you should love without reasons, that if you truly love someone you shouldn’t have reasons why because you just do. But my teacher had another opinion about this, he believes that loving someone has reasons and this reasons make it more special. He said not to waste our time to those people who claim to love us but can’t give us enough reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first time that I will disagree to Sir John (&amp;amp; I hope he wouldn’t read this) about a certain thing. Well, I think that love without reasons is the most beautiful one. Having reasons isn’t the only way to know if a guy (or a girl for others) is sincerely in love with you. For example, what if you ask a guy why he loves you and he tells you it’s because of your lips, and someday those lips lose its color? Or if he tells you it’s because of your eyes, what if those eyes lose its shine and have wrinkles? Or because of your skin, your hair. What if your skin age and become pale? And your hair grew white? I’m not only talking about physical beauty, if he tells you it’s because you’re caring and understanding and someday you fought about a petty thing, then he should stop loving you? I’m just saying that if those reasons fade someday, the one you love will also have a reason to stop feeling the way he feels for you. It’s like a limitation, a certain boundary you shouldn’t go beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to say things like this? I didn’t even answer when Sir John asked me. I could’ve just said some famous quotations about love right? But you can’t blame me, I really don’t know what love is. I’ve never had a boyfriend before nor be in a relationship. I didn’t know because I’ve never been in love. How am I supposed to know how something feels when I never felt that way in my whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not the hopeless-romantic-girl type. I’m just waiting for that special boy who’ll make me think that life is so much better when you have someone to share it with. That boy who’ll make me feel butterflies in my tummy whenever he’s around. That boy who’ll sway me off my feet and make me feel like I’m in some fairytale book (I know, another cliché).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not really stressing about love like others out there. I’m taking my time, I don’t wanna rush things. I mean, I’m still young and I have forever to deal with that right? And I believe in soulmates, that there is someone meant for you. And I know my other half is just out there waiting for me too. Someday I’ll meet him and we’ll figure each other out. Someday when someone asks me “what is love?” I’ll finally know the real answer because I’ll feel how to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-8382470403491813004?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8382470403491813004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=8382470403491813004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8382470403491813004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8382470403491813004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-is-love.html' title='what is love?'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-7446822582897213467</id><published>2011-08-01T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:55:17.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>seeing him again ..</title><content type='html'>Last Monday (July 25) while I was with my friend Jessa, I saw&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HiM&lt;/span&gt; walked past us and I’m just like “omg it’s him”. I suddenly turned my back to face Jessa and focused on my thoughts, thinking how the hell did he have to be there. Jessa asked me what’s wrong and I pointed at the boy in uniform while telling her everything that’s happened between him and me. I know I should just forget the past and move on with my life. Honestly I feel a lot better after that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;“thing”&lt;/span&gt; that happened between us but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;seeing him again is a different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think I keep blabbering about this boy but I’m not even exactly telling you if he’s my ex or what, well you’re wrong if you assumed it like that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He’s just someone I used to know, let’s just put it that way.&lt;/span&gt; We became classmates, then bestfriends. 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I just hide my feelings because I didn’t want us to be awkward about each other. Then one day he told me he felt the same way, that he likes me too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He told&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the sweetest things I’ve never imagined he’d tell me.&lt;/span&gt; I was so happy that time that I even wished he was the one for me. But I didn’t know all of my happiness would fade away that soon. &lt;u&gt;I found out that he has a girlfriend&lt;/u&gt;, and some of my classmates are friends with her. They told me that she was kind, smart and really loves him. &lt;/p&gt;  Of course I was shocked, hurt, pissed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I even felt betrayed&lt;/span&gt;. But of all those things I’ve felt, there’s this one emotion that really ate me up,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; guilt&lt;/span&gt;. I know I’m not supposed to feel guilty but I just do. I tend to put myself in other’s situation and that’s what I did that time, I put myself in that girl’s shoes. What if your boyfriend is flirting with his classmate, what would you feel? Honestly I felt bad that time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;If I just knew he had a girlfriend then I would’ve forced myself to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;stop liking him. I would’ve put some space between us and didn’t let him fall for me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I don’t want to be a third party, that I don’t want to ruin a relationship. He told me that he really loved the girl but when he met me, he just fall and started to love me more.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He told me that he’s planning to break-up with her because he likes to be with me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I know that he’s sincere when he told me those things. &lt;u style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;That would’ve been my chance to be happy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I mean,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all my life I always put others’ happiness before mine. I always think about others’ feelings not minding what it would make me feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I admit that time it really crossed my mind to think of what would make me happy,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; of how it would feel to be selfish just for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I blocked that thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do like him and sometimes I picture myself being with him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I realized that I can’t be happy knowing that I’ve hurt someone&lt;/span&gt;. And they say that’s what’s wrong with me, I give way for others and think too much of what they feel even if I’m hurting. I honestly don’t know why I’m like that and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;sometimes I wish I have the guts to stand up for myself and fight for what I really feel without others’ voices in my head pulling me back.&lt;/span&gt; So in the end I did what I think is right, I avoided him. &lt;u&gt;I avoided my bestfriend&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy who’s the only reason why I look forward to school everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that boy whom I like so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Then he started avoiding me too,&lt;/s&gt; I guess he got the message that I don’t want to be seen as a relationship-wrecker. Whenever we passed by each other in the hallway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he never spare a glance on me. &lt;/span&gt;And you know what? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;That really sucks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seeing someone who used to be your bestfriend ignore you is the worst feeling of all. &lt;/span&gt;But who am I kidding? I’m the one who started ignoring him yet I felt bad. I know I should feel okay because I did the right thing but &lt;s style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;honestly I felt empty.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I didn’t regret what I did.&lt;/span&gt; It’s just that what we had is too good to be true that&lt;s style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I expected, I assumed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;And seeing him again after a year at a random place just brings back all the memories, even the feelings.&lt;/u&gt; But even though we never really ended up with each other, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I still wish him happiness. I wish he would find the right girl and be truly happy with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And if he gets to read this, I want him to know that someday when everything is put into the right place and settled, I hope for us to be like what we used to be before ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bestfriends.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-7446822582897213467?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7446822582897213467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=7446822582897213467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7446822582897213467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7446822582897213467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/08/seeing-him-again.html' title='seeing him again ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4444956274958906691</id><published>2011-07-29T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:26:58.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='own lit  poem'/><title type='text'>kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The magical bliss of a kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Started when her lips touched his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;// it's funny how i could write a poem like this when i myself doesn't have any experience about this, except from what i read in books and movies i've seen. oh well, i don't need to rush things right? im gonna get there someday, at the right time with the right person. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4444956274958906691?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4444956274958906691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4444956274958906691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4444956274958906691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4444956274958906691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/07/kiss.html' title='kiss'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-222135350423218872</id><published>2011-07-29T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:20:28.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>A writer ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"A writer is someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is: when I speak of writing, what comes first to my mind is not a novel, a poem, or literary tradition, it is a person who shuts himself up in a room, sits down at a table, and alone, turns inward; amid its shadows, he builds a new world with words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This man – or this woman – may use a typewriter, profit from the ease of a computer, or write with a pen on paper, as I have done for 30 years. As he writes, he can drink tea or coffee, or smoke cigarettes. From time to time he may rise from his table to look out through the window at the children playing in the street, and, if he is lucky, at trees and a view, or he can gaze out at a black wall. He can write poems, plays, or novels, as I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;All these differences come after the crucial task of sitting down at the table and patiently turning inwards. To write is to turn this inward gaze into words, to study the world into which that person passes when he retires into himself, and to do so with patience, obstinacy, and joy. As I sit at my table, for days, months, years, slowly adding new words to the empty page, I feel as if I am creating a new world, as if I am bringing into being that other person inside me, in the same way someone might build a bridge or a dome, stone by stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The stones we writers use are words. As we hold them in our hands, sensing the ways in which each of them is connected to the others, looking at them sometimes from afar, sometimes almost caressing them with our fingers and the tips of our pens, weighing them, moving them around, year in and year out, patiently and hopefully, we create new worlds.” &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-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;—  Orhan Pamuk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-222135350423218872?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/222135350423218872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=222135350423218872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/222135350423218872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/222135350423218872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/07/writer.html' title='A writer ...'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-8175190028206876045</id><published>2011-07-24T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:53:03.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy anniversary blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy 2nd ANNiVERSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 2nd ANNIVERSARY&lt;br /&gt;Bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Yep, this month my blog is officially 2 yrs old. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt; first i never really thought that this will last this long because i'm not really the girl-whose-always-in-front-of-computer type of person and my life isn't really that interesting to blog about in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes by, i really get used to it and honestly, it's comforting to just vent out everything you wanted without people telling you not to. This is very personal to me because everything that i couldn't say in the "real world" is compiled in here. Sometimes when i really couldn't express myself, i just sit in front of the computer and type everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not just an online diary for me, but so much more. Sometimes i just randomly think of something and then i type it here. I have this obsession of writing songs, poems, essays &amp;amp; other stuff (which my friends don't know) and i post some of them here. Yes, i love everything about creative writing and this also serves as my sanctuary for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that this blog will have more anniversaries to come. I promise to keep this updated as long as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-8175190028206876045?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8175190028206876045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=8175190028206876045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8175190028206876045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8175190028206876045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-2nd-anniversary-bitter.html' title='Happy 2nd ANNiVERSARY'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-1718333151436955678</id><published>2011-07-22T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:19:44.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>a touching story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[via Tumblr]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-1718333151436955678?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1718333151436955678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=1718333151436955678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1718333151436955678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1718333151436955678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-was-walking-around-in-target-store.html' title='a touching story.'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-6534706008236863626</id><published>2011-07-21T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:50:49.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='own lit  poem'/><title type='text'>Coldness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;[Coldness]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is getting a lil' bit colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing beats the coldness i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chill is slowly creeping into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing i could do for it to subside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6534706008236863626?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6534706008236863626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=6534706008236863626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6534706008236863626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6534706008236863626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/07/coldness.html' title='Coldness'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-1269824286564534531</id><published>2011-07-09T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:44:42.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>i'm baaack !</title><content type='html'>It's nice to be back :) it's been a while since the last time i've blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post is a bit of a downer but right now i can say that i'm a lot better. Some things just change and cannot be turned by the way they were before, that's why sometimes you just have to accept them and try to look on the bright side. I learned so many things this past few months and it really helped me through a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, i'm really trying my best to cope up with everything. I also realized that i'm lucky to have great friends who stick to me whatever the situation is. And i'm very thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if my update is a bit short. I really feel that i owe my blog for the few months of not posting. I'm really busy at the moment, but i'll try to blog more often.  *PinkyPromise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) :] :&amp;gt; :D :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-1269824286564534531?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1269824286564534531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=1269824286564534531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1269824286564534531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1269824286564534531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-baaack.html' title='i&apos;m baaack !'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-62291531407999181</id><published>2011-04-19T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:45:35.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>i'm pathetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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It’s fvcking hard. I’m trying my best to smile to everyone but heck, that’s not what I really feel inside. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, say everything I’ve been dying to say. I want everyone to know that what I’m feeling right now sucks. I want to let it all out just for once. I want to cry. But no, I can’t. I need to suppress my feelings. I can’t be weak. I need to pretend so that they won’t have even the slightest idea of what I’m feeling. I need to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;But you know what, I’m tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of smiling. Tired of everything. Seriously? Why does it have to be this complicated? People around me are not fond of seeing me sad, seeing me down. They never see me that way. They know me as someone who always smiles, who always joke around. I thought that if I somehow pretend to be okay even when I’m not, everything will be fine. I never really want to drag them into my problems in the first place. But I’m wrong. Because everytime I pretend to be okay, I’m just beginning to feel weaker inside. I am smiling and all, but inside I’m shouting, inside I’m breaking, inside I’m crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sometimes I think I’m just insecure. Insecure about everything. I don’t wanna be seen as someone whose life is full of dramas. I don’t wanna be emotional about certain things. I don’t wanna be pathetic. I don’t want others to see me like that. The problem is I’m thinking too much of what others would think of me rather than I would think of myself. I’m too damn insecure. I’m more afraid of others opinion about me. I know that’s bullsh*t but what can I do? I don’t want them to see me differently. That’s why I’m pretending to be happy everytime. I’m pretending to have a so-called-perfect-life. I’m pretending to be someone else. And now I don’t know if I’m still me. I don’t know myself anymore. It fvcking sucks like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;But you know what? Now I’m starting to see myself as a pathetic girl who can’t even tell her true feelings to anybody that’s why she just sits in front of her computer and blog about everything. Cause I have no fvcking choice. This blog is all that’s left to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Haay. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What a stupid life. It’s like I just wanna sleep forever. 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-62291531407999181?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/62291531407999181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=62291531407999181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/62291531407999181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/62291531407999181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-pathetic.html' title='i&apos;m pathetic'/><author><name>jhoi 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-8270155720243103007?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8270155720243103007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=8270155720243103007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Selena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M1n6CMTiNs/TWu8Ww9KtFI/AAAAAAAAALM/xIluNOGIh5w/s1600/t3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M1n6CMTiNs/TWu8Ww9KtFI/AAAAAAAAALM/xIluNOGIh5w/s320/t3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578759662713091154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDBXws1emgE/TWu8WWkbjqI/AAAAAAAAALE/bvfcWz2Odho/s1600/t2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FDBXws1emgE/TWu8WWkbjqI/AAAAAAAAALE/bvfcWz2Odho/s320/t2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578759655630016162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooh2oqc6izw/TWu7NfVc3EI/AAAAAAAAAK0/A9mY1GIxr9I/s1600/t5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ooh2oqc6izw/TWu7NfVc3EI/AAAAAAAAAK0/A9mY1GIxr9I/s320/t5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578758403852655682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96efXRD_6fE/TWu66lcCXiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/M_o18mZbVn0/s1600/t4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96efXRD_6fE/TWu66lcCXiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/M_o18mZbVn0/s320/t4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578758079073377826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zc3CMv56O_g/TWu6KFk4dDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4rUof-epfXM/s1600/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zc3CMv56O_g/TWu6KFk4dDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/4rUof-epfXM/s320/t1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578757245886821426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MrjiIYkLW9A/TWu57_TcVfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LUJFUF1G3nk/s1600/t6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MrjiIYkLW9A/TWu57_TcVfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LUJFUF1G3nk/s320/t6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578757003684894194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;**&lt;/span&gt;Dont they look adorable ? i mean, they really look cute together. there's this rumor that they're in a relationship now though they're both denying it. but i think they're just denying it for the sake of their careers. well, there's nothing wrong w/ them being together right? selena is my idol since she started "Wizards of Waverly Place" &amp;amp; Justin is really an inspiration for everybody who wants to go after their dream. i both love them to bits :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-2328965350860068159?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2328965350860068159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=2328965350860068159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2328965350860068159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2328965350860068159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/02/justin-selena.html' title='Justin &amp; Selena'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M1n6CMTiNs/TWu8Ww9KtFI/AAAAAAAAALM/xIluNOGIh5w/s72-c/t3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3121651357508285229</id><published>2011-02-28T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:15:33.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>girls **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcojPPDDGa8/TWu3X-l2r0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/XdnFpLk2e_E/s1600/tambalar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcojPPDDGa8/TWu3X-l2r0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/XdnFpLk2e_E/s320/tambalar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578754185995136834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Girls are so       much more than what they seem. They're more than just the makeup, the clothes, the shoes, the bags, the sunglasses, the outside. They're more than just whiny bitches. We're so much more. Too bad some boys can't understand. A girl's life is a bitch itself. On a daily basis we deal with bitches, backstabbers, lies, boyfriends, crushes, exes, appearance, insecurity, bullying and so much more. Everyday we wake up, we have to shower, fix our hair. Then, we have to get dressed. We spend hours infront of our mirror for you making sure we look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;While doing all this, there's so much to consider. Especially gossipers and guys. If something's too short, they'll call us a whore. If something's too long, they'll call us ugly. We go through buckets full of ice cream because we've had way too many broken hearts. We cry because bitches wanna hate and boyfriends wanna bitch. We can't complain because we don't wanna be annoying. We trust people, then they end up stabbing us in the back. We learn stuff the hard way. Every guy out there making a period joke, like are you for real? No, just because you're being a little bitch and pissing me off doesn't mean I’m on my period. Get over it. We get hurt multiple times, and keep running back to the same people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We love hard, and hurt hard. We care too much. We’re never understood. We go through so much trouble when you don't even notice. We listen to songs till five in the morning and fall asleep to it just because it reminds us of you. We try so hard to impress you, while dealing with all that's said about us. After everything, we sit our asses down on computer and blog everything that reminds us of you. We spill our guts out to our best friends who've probably had enough of you. We go on facebook and we check your profile a million times, and go through all your pictures, even if we have seen them all before. We hear what people say about us, and sometimes we break inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But no matter what, even after everything, we have to come out strong. We have to put a big smile on our faces and pretend like everything's ok. We have to act nice towards the haters, even knowing everything that they said about us. We love even though we know we shouldn't. And we wait for something that'll never happen. But no matter what, we manage to act like everything's fine, even though everything's falling apart. That’s a day in a girl's life. Imagine dealing with all that everyday. We’re so much more than what you think, so much more than what we seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[via Tumblr]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3121651357508285229?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3121651357508285229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3121651357508285229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3121651357508285229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3121651357508285229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls.html' title='girls **'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcojPPDDGa8/TWu3X-l2r0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/XdnFpLk2e_E/s72-c/tambalar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-1290668789141658729</id><published>2011-02-17T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:52:20.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>from ADAM to TAYLOR :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Permanent Link to Dear Taylor" href="http://owlcityblog.com/2011/02/14/dear-taylor/" target="_blank"&gt;Dear Taylor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;On February 14th, 2011 by Adam Young&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One blustery evening last October, I waited impatiently until the clock tolled midnight and then promptly bought Taylor Swift’s new record on iTunes. I played it in the kitchen, I played it in the car, I played it at the studio, I played it on flights to Japan and back; I just couldn’t keep away from it. &lt;em&gt;Speak Now&lt;/em&gt; was the indisputable leader of my “top 5″ record list of 2010, which is slightly ironic because the other four albums were abstract experimental/post-rock/ambient works.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I always love decoding the sneaky secret messages hidden in Taylor’s written lyrics, so naturally the day &lt;em&gt;Speak Now&lt;/em&gt; came out, I played the whole thing from top to bottom as I added up the capital letters per each song’s set of lyrics.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As track 8 came to a close and the album switched over to track 9 (a breathtaking song called &lt;em&gt;Enchanted&lt;/em&gt; and one of my favorites on the entire record), something began to feel curiously “familiar.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I couldn’t put my finger on it. Why did the song feel so personal? Why was it ringing a bell? Perhaps it was merely the word&lt;em&gt;“wonderstruck”&lt;/em&gt; that indeed struck a sweet chord, but before the second chorus hit, I’d already added up the letters:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-D-A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And then it hit me like a freight train. I didn’t even need to find that last letter “M.” A colorful swirl of memories flashed before my eyes as it all added up. My jaw hit the floor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The track is absolutely gorgeous and I’m so tremendously honored that Taylor would write such an elegant song and thereby offer a gracious nod in my direction. Needless to say, I was lost for words and utterly smitten. I couldn’t stop smiling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I figured such an eloquent gesture should be reciprocated by the most polite, heartfelt and respectful response I could possibly muster. It’s no secret that I’m a bit shy, so naturally music was the most articulate way of attempting such a sincere endeavor. How does one respond to such a personal outpouring of emotion and sentiment? I tossed and turned over that one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They say “timing is everything” and that brings us to now. Today is Valentine’s Day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And thus, here is my reply…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Listen to the song here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://owlcitymusic.com/vday" target="_blank"&gt;http://owlcitymusic.com/vday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dearest Taylor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;em&gt; I’ll be the first to admit I’m a rather shy boy and since music is the most eloquent form of communication I can muster, I decided to record something for you — as sort of a “reply” to the breathtaking song on your current record. This is what I wanted so badly to tell you in person but could never quite put into words: Everything about you is beautiful. You’re an immensely charming girl with a wonderful heart and more grace and elegance than I know how to describe. You are a true princess from a dreamy fairy tale; a modern Cinderella. I’m terribly sorry it’s taken me such a long time to reply but I figured Valentine’s Day was the perfect time to write this note to you and simply say… I was enchanted to meet you too. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AElMGWdHQsQ/TV0-4RKt-VI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mf8JkRp09Us/s1600/tumblr_lgmkdi45kc1qa0bqi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AElMGWdHQsQ/TV0-4RKt-VI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mf8JkRp09Us/s320/tumblr_lgmkdi45kc1qa0bqi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574681050156497234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-1290668789141658729?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1290668789141658729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=1290668789141658729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1290668789141658729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1290668789141658729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-adam-to-taylor.html' title='from ADAM to TAYLOR :)'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AElMGWdHQsQ/TV0-4RKt-VI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mf8JkRp09Us/s72-c/tumblr_lgmkdi45kc1qa0bqi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-7973763748673482568</id><published>2010-12-31T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:53:19.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year-ender post'/><title type='text'>goodbye 2010 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011's coming ..&lt;br /&gt;hope a lot of good things are going to happen this coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, 2010 is really not that good year for me. there's so many problems and complicated situations that i had been through the last quarter of it. though the first quarter is really great. i hope that what happened in 2010 stays in 2010. i want to forget all those bad things and leave it to the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish this 2011 will be a more awesome year for everyone. let us start this year with happiness and great positivities.i believe that starting the year with positive outlook will give us good vibes throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;NEW YEAR ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;NEW LiFE ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-7973763748673482568?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7973763748673482568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=7973763748673482568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7973763748673482568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7973763748673482568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-2010.html' title='goodbye 2010 !'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4277526675326905146</id><published>2010-12-30T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:55:22.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>2011 movies ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVIES TO WATCHOUT THIS 2011...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxv20Fd55I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lONv3cJRbpo/s1600/tumblr_le48z7WY0N1qb2ncj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxv20Fd55I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lONv3cJRbpo/s320/tumblr_le48z7WY0N1qb2ncj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556439027753543570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED RIDING HOOD&lt;/strong&gt; (Amanda Seyfried)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxvbEdiJiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/43MNrvqvzgY/s1600/tumblr_le490kWFo01qb2ncj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxvbEdiJiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/43MNrvqvzgY/s320/tumblr_le490kWFo01qb2ncj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556438551113115170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCKER PUNCH&lt;/strong&gt; (Emily Browning &amp;amp; Vanessa Hudgens)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxutulvH2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/fi2B2pnCEnA/s1600/tumblr_le492qrZbb1qb2ncj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxutulvH2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/fi2B2pnCEnA/s320/tumblr_le492qrZbb1qb2ncj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556437772147826530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREAM 4 &lt;/strong&gt;(Courtney Cox)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxt-xaRoMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7oN_EE7n8VE/s1600/tumblr_le4948h6mo1qb2ncj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxt-xaRoMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7oN_EE7n8VE/s320/tumblr_le4948h6mo1qb2ncj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556436965451210946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: ON STRANGER TIDES&lt;/strong&gt; (Johnny Depp &amp;amp; Penelope Cruz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxtpbUkVuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SAACDHHqbLw/s1600/tumblr_le496tFxAL1qb2ncj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxtpbUkVuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/SAACDHHqbLw/s320/tumblr_le496tFxAL1qb2ncj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556436598744438498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE HANGOVER 2&lt;/strong&gt; (Bradley Cooper, Zach Galifianakis, Ed Helms and Justin Bartha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxtQTDL0-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MEfPLCUdvPs/s1600/tumblr_le498qKRIr1qb2ncj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxtQTDL0-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MEfPLCUdvPs/s320/tumblr_le498qKRIr1qb2ncj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556436167027315682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARS 2 &lt;/strong&gt;(Owen Wilson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxs0-Ck03I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P9eL3Ytov-Q/s1600/tumblr_le49abcm1w1qb2ncj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxs0-Ck03I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P9eL3Ytov-Q/s320/tumblr_le49abcm1w1qb2ncj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556435697531147122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HOLLOWS part 2 &lt;/strong&gt;(Daniel Radcliffe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxsWQ-HgkI/AAAAAAAAAII/DPRVhexKlx8/s1600/tumblr_le4azdSH6u1qb2ncj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxsWQ-HgkI/AAAAAAAAAII/DPRVhexKlx8/s320/tumblr_le4azdSH6u1qb2ncj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556435170036777538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SMURFS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxrrdk2mGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/n1XhkO1pYjs/s1600/tumblr_le4b27uGyo1qb2ncj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxrrdk2mGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/n1XhkO1pYjs/s320/tumblr_le4b27uGyo1qb2ncj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556434434686097506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHERLOCK HOLMES 2&lt;/strong&gt; (Jude Law)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxrDo3x3lI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QPUibEK69aA/s1600/tumblr_le4b3i1qXm1qb2ncj.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxrDo3x3lI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QPUibEK69aA/s320/tumblr_le4b3i1qXm1qb2ncj.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556433750523502162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO STRINGS ATTACHED &lt;/strong&gt;(Ashton Kutcher &amp;amp; Natalie Portman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4277526675326905146?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4277526675326905146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4277526675326905146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4277526675326905146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4277526675326905146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-movies.html' title='2011 movies ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRxv20Fd55I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lONv3cJRbpo/s72-c/tumblr_le48z7WY0N1qb2ncj.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4283166430805916285</id><published>2010-12-29T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:57:59.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>stop comparing :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRsuvVbrReI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LMB6dYkEpyg/s1600/tumblr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRsuvVbrReI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LMB6dYkEpyg/s400/tumblr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556085956033594850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Stop Comparing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;By: Bo Sanchez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We live in a pathologically  dissatisfied world. And I'm going to tell you why. Because we love to  compare. Go around the world and discover that people aren't happy with  their bodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Filipinos want to be fair-complexioned like Westerners,  and so buy bleaching stuff. Westerners want to own bronzed bodies like  ours, and so purchase tanning lotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Those with moles have them removed, while those who don't strategically implant beauty spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Some  people want to shed a few pounds to look like Ally McBeal, while others  want to gain some baby fat to look like Drew Barrymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;When are  we ever going to stop and simply be happy with how we look? We live in a  sick world, I tell you. And that sickness is comparisonitis. Take a  look at wealth. When we drive our old Toyota, it really suits us fine.  We feel blessed in fact when the rain pours outside and we feel snug and  cozy on its faded upholstered seats. But the moment we see our own  officemate (or neighbor, or buddy, or cousin, or brother) drive his  sleek sky-blue, four-door, four-wheel-drive Rav4, we automatically feel  like third class children of God. Next time we drive our bumpy, noisy,  rusted, dilapidated Toyota (notice how all the defects come out all of a  sudden?), we feel deprived, dispossessed, pariah, debased, and only a  little higher than the insects of the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Listen carefully.  Bill Gates' total assets are worth $60 billion. That's more than the GNP  of some small countries. Tiger Woods earns $80 million simply by  smiling on TV in a Nike shirt. And the stars of the sitcom Friends are  paid $50,000 per episode! My point? No matter how hard you work,  there'll still be some people who will be richer than you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And  there'll be some people who will be more beautiful, have more sex  appeal, have more boyfriends/girlfriends, and have more problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Try it for once. Stop looking around. Don't compare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't compare her nose with your nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't compare his wife with your wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't compare his salary with your salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't compare her breast size with your breast size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't compare her kid's report card with your kid's report card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't compare his prayer group with your prayer group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't compare her/his cellulite deposits with your cellulite deposits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Stop comparing and start living and you'll be happier with your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;This  is crucial: The most difficult thing in the world is to be who you are  not. Pretending and trying to be someone else is the official pastime of  the human race. (I don't think dogs and cats and cows and horses have  this problem).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And the easiest thing in the world is to be yourself. Be happy. Live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;There must be a reason why God made you tall or short or fat or thin or bumpy all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Love who you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4283166430805916285?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4283166430805916285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4283166430805916285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4283166430805916285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4283166430805916285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop-comparing.html' title='stop comparing :/'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRsuvVbrReI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LMB6dYkEpyg/s72-c/tumblr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4152449596466549964</id><published>2010-12-25T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:01:43.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas post'/><title type='text'>merry christmas :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i just wanna say ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRiSTMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to all of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AWESOME AFFiES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and those who always read and visit my dear bloggie :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;iLy guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;lovelots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; jhoi &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4152449596466549964?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4152449596466549964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4152449596466549964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4152449596466549964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4152449596466549964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-d.html' title='merry christmas :]'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-2460956578093664870</id><published>2010-12-24T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:08:42.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>life as you know it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  Are you thinking about suicide? Thinking about how, if you killed  yourself, nobody would care?  Think again.  If you kill yourself you  will change somebodies world. That's right. They will see everything  differently. Just hearing your name will burn their mind with memories.  They wont be able to go near where you lived, even your town will hold  memories. Listening to the radio they'll hear that song, remember,that  song you sang with them once? They'll step past your locker every day  and wonder why you are not there. Why are you not there??   Do you want  to be responsible for your family members, the people who love you,  crying every night? For your sisters or brothers losing part of who they  are? Your suicide is going to effect most deeply those who care about  you most. That's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your friends may break down, and just  like you, their world will be dark. The pain you are in is awful, but  why pass it on to hundreds of people around you, when you could try your  hardest to work through it?  Your family will be paranoid. Suddenly  everyone will be talking about them. Do you want to be known as 'the kid  who killed themselves?' People you never knew will be crying when they  hear what you've done. Yes, they will be effected. Everyone around you  will stop and think ;; "was there something i could have done?" Suddenly  the people of your world are dying with guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those little hints  you gave, they'll remember them. Oh yes, and it will torture them all  the time.   Your friends will think of suicide. Your closest friends are  likely to go into a depression like the one that claimed your life. How  will they cope, without you? This will break them, for the rest of  their lives. And lets not forget the people who will plan your funeral.  Your closest friends and family picking out songs for you, photos of  you. Crying all the night before, and all the day of your funeral. And  all the night after. In fact, they will cry now more than you ever did.  Could they have saved you?   They'll be angry. Oh yes. Why didn't you  tell them? They loved you. And now it's too late. They'll be angry with  you because they know, they know you could have gotten through it. Then  they'll be angry with themselves because they may have been able to save  you if only they knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day, one day years from now, they'll  remember you. They will all still remember you. The girl that sat up the  front of your class; she'll remember you. The bus driver you saw every  morning; he'll remember you. That little girl you sat with on the bus  once, The kid you leant money to at the shop, all your siblings friends,  the people that you dont see, but that see you everyday they will all  remember you. And every single one of them will wonder; why?  But  imagine your family.  You are part of them. Without you, something is  missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you killed yourself then part of them dies too. They are  incomplete. Every family gathering will be missing something. The photos  on the wall are suddenly all cold reminders of what you did.   Who goes  through your bedroom? Who cleans out your locker? Who calls the school  to tell them one of their students has died? .. Who tells the students?  Who calls the funeral directors? Who arranges a coffin for you? Who  calls your best friend to tell them you're dead??   Who finds you?   Please, there are other ways out. I know sometimes the struggle is very,  very hard. But it's not worth giving up on life. Life is all we have,  life is everything. Its the beautiful moments, and the sad ones. Please,  don't give up on all those around you. You can make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  teacher said this about her father, who committed suicide: "I understand  that the pain is overwhelming, but I will never forgive him for the pain  he has caused others. It was just selfish. If you kill yourself you  spread the suffering among thousands of people, it doesn't only affect  those around you but everyone who has ever come in contact with you."   Please, keep fighting. You can get through this and see that there is  life after what you're facing now. It may be hard, but you'll get there,  and when you do you will appreciate it so much more. I understand that  most people know that suicide effects others, but please keep this in  mind if you're ever feeling so low. Give people the chance to help you.                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;** this really made me change the way i think and my perspective in life. honestly, i thought of committing suicide a hundred times. :C everytime i feel like the whole world falls apart on me, i really wanna end it so that i wont feel the pain anymore. but THiS --- there are so many things I've realized because of this. now i really appreciate LiFE.~ it is beautiful. to live is the best thing to do. so whoever you are that wrote this, thank you for inspiring me. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-2460956578093664870?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2460956578093664870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=2460956578093664870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2460956578093664870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2460956578093664870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-as-you-know-it.html' title='life as you know it.'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-799842310317306954</id><published>2010-12-23T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:10:21.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><title type='text'>greatest feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRN64VQ7FqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LZ99wyrkevk/s1600/tam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRN64VQ7FqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LZ99wyrkevk/s400/tam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553917873677342370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love being happy. I love the feeling where you feel so amazing and nothing can bring you down. That feeling where you're just so content with your life and whats been going on, even with all the bad things that might have happened. It's amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;[via Tumblr]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-799842310317306954?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/799842310317306954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=799842310317306954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/799842310317306954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/799842310317306954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/greatest-feeling.html' title='greatest feeling.'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRN64VQ7FqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LZ99wyrkevk/s72-c/tam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-2891024835145314668</id><published>2010-12-23T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:12:13.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas post'/><title type='text'>true meaning of christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*** just found it somewhere. credits to whoever made this. it really touched me. just a little reminder for us about the true meaning of Christmas. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;True Meaning of Christmas&lt;/h2&gt;                &lt;span&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just a week before Christmas I had a visitor. This is how it  happened. I just finished the household chores for the night and was  preparing to go to bed, when I heard a noise in the front of the house. I  opened the door to the front room and to my surprise, Santa himself  stepped out next to the fireplace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What are you doing?” I started to ask. The words  choked up in my throat and I saw he had tears in his eyes. His usual  jolly manner was gone. Gone was the eager, boisterous soul we all know.  He then answered me with a simple statement …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“TEACH THE  CHILDREN!” I was puzzled. What did he mean? He anticipated my question  and with one quick movement brought forth a miniature toy bag from  behind the tree. As I stood bewildered, Santa said, “Teach the children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach  them the old meaning of Christmas. The meaning that now-a-days  Christmas has forgotten. “Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;FIR TREE&lt;/span&gt; and placed it before the mantle. “Teach the children that the  pure green color of the stately fir tree remains green all year round,  depicting the everlasting hope of mankind, all the needles point  heavenward, making it a symbol of man’s thoughts turning toward  heaven.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He again reached into his bag and pulled out a  brilliant &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;STAR&lt;/span&gt;. “Teach the children that the star was the heavenly sign  of promises long ago. God promised a Savior for the world, and the star  was the sign of fulfillment of His promise.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He then reached into his bag and pulled out a  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;CANDLE&lt;/span&gt;. “Teach the children that the candle symbolizes that Christ is  the light of the world, and when we see this great light we are reminded  of He who displaces the darkness.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once again he reached into his bag and removed a  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WREATH&lt;/span&gt; and placed it on the tree. “Teach the children that the wreath  symbolizes the real nature of love. Real love never ceases. Love is one  continuous round of affection.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; He then pulled from his bag an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ORNAMENT&lt;/span&gt; of  himself. “Teach the children that I, Santa Claus, symbolize the  generosity and good will we feel during the month of December.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He then brought out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;HOLLY LEAF&lt;/span&gt;. “Teach the  children that the holly plant represents immortality. It represents the  crown of thorns worn by our Savior. The red holly berries represent the  blood shed by Him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next he pulled from his bag a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;GIFT&lt;/span&gt; and said, “Teach  the children that God so loved the world that he gave his begotten  son.” Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Santa then reached in his bag and pulled out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; CANDY CANE&lt;/span&gt; and hung it on the tree. “Teach the children that the candy  cane represents the shepherds’ crook. The crook on the staff helps to  bring back strayed sheep to the flock. The candy cane is the symbol that  we are our brother’s keeper.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He reached in again and pulled out an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;. “Teach  the children that it was the angels that heralded in the glorious news  of the Savior’s birth. The angels sang Glory to God in the highest, on  earth peace and good will toward men.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly I heard a soft twinkling sound, and from  his bag he pulled out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;BELL&lt;/span&gt;,. “Teach the children that as the lost  sheep are found by the sound of the bell, it should ring mankind to the  fold. The bell symbolizes guidance and return. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Santa looked back and was pleased. He looked back  at me and I saw that the twinkle was back in his eyes. He said,  “Remember, teach the children the true meaning of Christmas and do not  put me in the center, for I am but a humble servant of the One that is,  and I bow down to worship him, our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt;, our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-2891024835145314668?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2891024835145314668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=2891024835145314668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2891024835145314668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2891024835145314668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/true-meaning-of-christmas.html' title='true meaning of christmas.'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3863909130380362684</id><published>2010-12-22T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:51:29.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRHy2Rrz_zI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1lbPq2UQ03I/s1600/tum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TRHy2Rrz_zI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1lbPq2UQ03I/s400/tum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553486829798555442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all you need to do is cry, cause when you cry you realize how much you've been holding inside and then you can finally let it all go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[via Tumblr]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! 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Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6104748386210992815?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6104748386210992815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=6104748386210992815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6104748386210992815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6104748386210992815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/12/silent-love.html' title='silent love :)'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-1651636566731306984</id><published>2010-11-15T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:21:36.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><title type='text'>fighter :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOFG3INaKnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VsPLaCj-KFc/s1600/tumblrrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOFG3INaKnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VsPLaCj-KFc/s400/tumblrrr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539786929552894578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but nobody fights FOREVER ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;nobody ..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! 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important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4398772522827237468-4580372305419609398?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4580372305419609398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4580372305419609398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4580372305419609398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4580372305419609398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/11/your-happiness-or-everybody-elses.html' title='your happiness or everybody else&apos;s ?'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-8235827047236249459</id><published>2010-11-09T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:27:15.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TNlQ0Ej5P7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_oxLrDXU-5g/s1600/tum.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TNlQ0Ej5P7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_oxLrDXU-5g/s400/tum.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537546072336449458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-8235827047236249459?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8235827047236249459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=8235827047236249459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8235827047236249459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8235827047236249459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='random'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TNlQ0Ej5P7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_oxLrDXU-5g/s72-c/tum.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4681238968488095343</id><published>2010-11-08T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:30:03.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>The Man Who Liked to Look at Women ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;* Please let me look at you for more than a few seconds --- not furtively but with admiration. I want only to look at you, nothing more, as I would examine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;anything that is beautiful. Please let me ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;* .... There were so many of them and each of them in her own individual way so wonderful to look at, but they walked too fast and there were too many places to look and only two eyes to see them with and alsmost before you saw them they were gone from from your life forever and you wanted to shout "stop! stop!" and freeze the scene, like shutting off a motion-picture projector, but that would have been worse because so much of the beauty was sheer female movement ..... the sure-footed prance of long legs in high heels ..... the gentle up-and-down bobbing of long, shining hair on shoulders ..... the slow panther gait ..... the bouncy short steps ..... hips and arms and calves in a symphony of grace .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excerpts from the short story "The Man Who Liked to Look at Women"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Book : Sweet Smell of Success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-- i'm currently reading this book .. it's really inspirational and very realistic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I really love these excerpts because it somehow makes me feel worth it being a girl ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4681238968488095343?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4681238968488095343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4681238968488095343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4681238968488095343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4681238968488095343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/11/man-who-liked-to-look-at-women.html' title='The Man Who Liked to Look at Women ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-46793183623417171</id><published>2010-10-31T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:53:31.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>missing you :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEbJr14AFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uWzuyxuMsdw/s1600/tuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEbJr14AFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uWzuyxuMsdw/s400/tuu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539738869843886162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone is horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But knowing that they don't miss you back is even worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hey, i miss you ~  ://&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-46793183623417171?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/46793183623417171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=46793183623417171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/46793183623417171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/46793183623417171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-you.html' title='missing you :/'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEbJr14AFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uWzuyxuMsdw/s72-c/tuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-6697361599236218576</id><published>2010-10-31T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:31:56.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary stories'/><title type='text'>happy halloween :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TM1XD7NTfjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/q-VpD-sscdg/s1600/tumblr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TM1XD7NTfjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/q-VpD-sscdg/s400/tumblr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534175242052927026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Annabell, the Haunted Doll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The frightening case of Annabell happened in the 1970’s, where the doll belonged to a young nurse named Donna. Annabell was a gift from her mother, the doll was roughly the size of a four year old child and sat on the sofa in the living room. Originally, Donna and her siblings noticed the doll was moving. She would leave in the morning and return home to find the doll was no longer sitting in the position it had been left in. At first, it was just perhaps uncrossing it’s legs or moving it’s arms from it’s sides. But they could never catch the doll in the act of movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it began moving from room to room. It often was left in the living room, but one night the girls returned home to find the doll kneeling next to the front door in the hallway. The strange thing was that if they attempted to make the doll kneel themselves, it would simply fall over. Soon, the doll attempted to communicate with the girls. Notes would be left around the house reading ”HELP US” or ”HELP LOU” (Lou is one of the siblings) which was strange as they were fine. The messages meant nothing of obvious importance to the sisters. The notes were written in strange looking pencil and on parchment - neither items could be found in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls believed somebody was playing a sick joke on them. So, they changed the locks and left marks and such around the house so if an intruder did arrive there would be signs. But none of the marks or alarms were disturbed. Then, one night, they returned home to find Annabell in Donna’s bed with blood on her. This frightened the girls, so they decided to contact a Medium. The Medium told them a young girl, Annabell, had died on the property and had possessed the doll. She wanted to be loved, and wanted to stay. So the girls said the little girl could continue to live through the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doll began giving Lou, Donna’s brother, nightmares. Lucid nightmares. It attacked him in these dreams and he could not escape. Several times he awoke from the dreams with claw marks on his chest, bleeding or in dire pain. The doll was always in the room when he awoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided they had to get rid of the doll. A clergyman offered to attempt to rid the evil from the doll. The doll caused the clergyman to be in a accident when he was driving to the church with the doll in the car. The doll began moving in front of their eyes several times, they became even more frightened. Eventually the doll began playing on people’s minds. A police officer became hysterical when faced with the doll, mumbling ”the rag doll is real.. the rag doll is real..” and fled from the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doll is now locked up in a musuem, where it has holy water thrown at the case everyday. But something about the doll still seems to live on, it’s empty eyes seem to be watching and it seems to be waiting for the perfect moment to wake up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CREEPY ~ HAPPY HALLOWEEN &amp;gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6697361599236218576?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6697361599236218576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=6697361599236218576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6697361599236218576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6697361599236218576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween :/'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TM1XD7NTfjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/q-VpD-sscdg/s72-c/tumblr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-7880944285573868996</id><published>2010-10-31T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:54:07.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>girl thing .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls aren’t going to talk to you first. It’s a girl thing. We don’t like starting the conversation because we like to feel like you want to talk to us. We like to feel like the wait was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;worth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;something. We like feeling like you’ve waited for us like we’ve waited for you. But the number &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; reason we hate talking first is because we hate to seem needy or clingy. That’s why we’re scared. Cause to us, being needy and obsessive just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pushes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;guys away. And no girl wants that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[via Tumblr]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-7880944285573868996?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7880944285573868996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=7880944285573868996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7880944285573868996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7880944285573868996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl-thing.html' title='girl thing .'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-6076755579205363227</id><published>2010-10-30T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:54:34.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>t****</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEVbvUEcvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/N4t-rtX3ro0/s1600/tumblr..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEVbvUEcvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/N4t-rtX3ro0/s400/tumblr..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539732582943716082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just because we're not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CLOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;any&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;more doesn't mean that i don't care about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just doesn't seem like I'm affected, but the truth is I am. I'm still affected by the way you walk, the way you stare at me, everything .. I always wish that we could turn back time and stay where we are &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/i&gt;I know it's my fault, but it's for the best .. I need to stay away from you to avoid causing too much trouble and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/i&gt;I guess we're really meant to be like this, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;strangers ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. I really miss those times when we just sit around and talk about nonsense things, we just end up bursting our laughs .. those times when we get a bit serious analyzing some stuffs .. those times when you tell me things I couldn't even imagine that you would tell me .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I miss US .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6076755579205363227?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6076755579205363227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=6076755579205363227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6076755579205363227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6076755579205363227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/10/past.html' title='t****'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEVbvUEcvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/N4t-rtX3ro0/s72-c/tumblr..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3990963217232755640</id><published>2010-09-03T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:53:43.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy anniversary blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 1st ANNiVERSARY to my dearest blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; ANNiVERSARY to my dearest blog :&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;BiTTER-SWEETiNNOCENCE.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;-- honestly, the exact month was last July, but I was not able to blog about it. I was soo busy these past few weeks .. my sincerest apology :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;anyway, I can’t believe that my blog already reached its 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary .. hey bloggie, you’re already 1 year old .. haha .. well, I can say that in your 1 year of existence, I’ve overloaded you with my random thoughts, silly rantings, stupid braggings, and my TRUE FEELiNGS .. seriously, you’re a great help for me whenever I needed to express myself .. it’s just that sometimes I can’t tell it to anyone, and it feels like hell to keep it inside .. because of you, I was able to express it, even though I know that nobody&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;reads my blog .. it just makes me feel better whenever I blog something, because of it I somehow feel relieved .. haha, I know I’m a weirdo :&amp;gt; I just really feel great whenever I sit in front of the computer and start typing the daily happenings of my life .. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;don’t worry bloggie, I promise to keep you updated as often as I can :] I’ll really try my best to keep this blogsite ALiVE :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cheers for you ! more years to come ~ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;iLY bloggie &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3990963217232755640?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3990963217232755640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3990963217232755640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3990963217232755640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3990963217232755640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-1st-anniversary-to-my-dearest.html' title='HAPPY 1st ANNiVERSARY to my dearest blog'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3485954481780499781</id><published>2010-06-28T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:55:01.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>destiny .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEZW-HXQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/VNGscppy8rI/s1600/tu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEZW-HXQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/VNGscppy8rI/s400/tu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539736899064120258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" class="UIStory_Message"  &gt;Destiny is something we've invented because we  can't stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;[via Tumblr]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3485954481780499781?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3485954481780499781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3485954481780499781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3485954481780499781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3485954481780499781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_9988.html' title='destiny .'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEZW-HXQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/VNGscppy8rI/s72-c/tu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-5774215738589757216</id><published>2010-06-23T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:38:44.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>first days :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i hate first days of classes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:\&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-5774215738589757216?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5774215738589757216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=5774215738589757216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5774215738589757216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5774215738589757216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_625.html' title='first days :/'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-927782439839538493</id><published>2010-06-23T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:39:39.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You see that girl staring into space? If you were to ask what’s wrong, she would say nothing, when in reality it’s everything. She’s sitting there wondering what she did wrong, what she could have done differently, how she would have changed it if she had the chance. And if she had the chance to go back and do it over again, would it end with the same result? That’s why she stares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://bittersweet-memories.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://bittersweet-memories.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-927782439839538493?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/927782439839538493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=927782439839538493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/927782439839538493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/927782439839538493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_23.html' title=':|'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4281277256015549849</id><published>2010-06-23T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:55:37.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>it sucks :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOFPP05M4MI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7DYSpvD2wPo/s1600/tumbblr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOFPP05M4MI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7DYSpvD2wPo/s400/tumbblr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539796149957615810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It sucks when you’re trying your best to move on, then suddenly you saw each other in a random place. Then all the good memories are flashing back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then you start falling for him again ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;[via Tumblr]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;img style="border: 0px none; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4281277256015549849?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4281277256015549849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4281277256015549849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4281277256015549849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4281277256015549849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-sucks-when-youre-trying-your-best-to.html' title='it sucks :|'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOFPP05M4MI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7DYSpvD2wPo/s72-c/tumbblr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-5124173974721312172</id><published>2010-06-13T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:42:41.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><title type='text'>the real me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOJreE25yuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h6An-Wy4-AA/s1600/tumblr_lb7l1laB2I1qajjdco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOJreE25yuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h6An-Wy4-AA/s400/tumblr_lb7l1laB2I1qajjdco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540108656063400674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hate me because I wasn’t who you thought I was or who you  wanted me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish you never knew the real me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;[via Tumblr]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-5124173974721312172?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5124173974721312172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=5124173974721312172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5124173974721312172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5124173974721312172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='the real me.'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOJreE25yuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h6An-Wy4-AA/s72-c/tumblr_lb7l1laB2I1qajjdco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-6434270827222354165</id><published>2010-05-26T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:43:35.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEXMPsZ7OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z0sx5zIJpmY/s1600/ttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEXMPsZ7OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z0sx5zIJpmY/s400/ttt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539734515781070050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps today is one of the most happiest day of my life :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6434270827222354165?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6434270827222354165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=6434270827222354165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6434270827222354165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6434270827222354165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':))'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOEXMPsZ7OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Z0sx5zIJpmY/s72-c/ttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-6230341369257063838</id><published>2010-05-17T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:48:44.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;just finished a new song :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! 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You thanked her by dripping it&lt;br /&gt;all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 9 years old, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she paid for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano lessons. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;never even bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 10 years old &lt;/span&gt;she drove&lt;br /&gt;you all day, from soccer to football&lt;br /&gt;to one birthday party after another.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by jumping out of the&lt;br /&gt;car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 11 years old&lt;/span&gt;, she took&lt;br /&gt;you and your friends to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking to sit in a&lt;br /&gt;different row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 12 years old&lt;/span&gt;, she warned&lt;br /&gt;you not to watch certain TV shows. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by waiting until she left&lt;br /&gt;the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 13&lt;/span&gt;, she suggested a&lt;br /&gt;haircut that was becoming. You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 14&lt;/span&gt;, she paid for a month&lt;br /&gt;away at summer camp. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 15&lt;/span&gt;, she came home from&lt;br /&gt;work, looking for a hug. You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 16&lt;/span&gt;, she taught you how&lt;br /&gt;to drive her car. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 17&lt;/span&gt;, she was expecting&lt;br /&gt;an important call. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 18&lt;/span&gt;, she cried at your&lt;br /&gt;high school graduation . You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 19&lt;/span&gt;, she paid for your&lt;br /&gt;college tuition, drove you to campus&lt;br /&gt;carried your bags. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;saying good-bye outside the dorm so you&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be embarrassed in front of&lt;br /&gt;your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 25&lt;/span&gt;, she helped to pay&lt;br /&gt;for your wedding, and she cried and&lt;br /&gt;told you how deeply she loved you. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by moving halfway across&lt;br /&gt;the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you were 50&lt;/span&gt;, she fell ill and&lt;br /&gt;needed you to take care of her. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by reading about the&lt;br /&gt;burden parents become to their&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she&lt;br /&gt;quietly&lt;br /&gt;died.&lt;br /&gt;And everything you never did came&lt;br /&gt;crashing down like thunder on YOUR&lt;br /&gt;HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-- THiS really touched my heart .. i just wanna say "happy mother's day" to all the moms out there .. we owe our lives to you .. thanks for everything. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-838980901103207247?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/838980901103207247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=838980901103207247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/838980901103207247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/838980901103207247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day-p.html' title='`happy mother&apos;s day :P'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-2696080460220492972</id><published>2010-04-30T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:47:46.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>cleverbot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;well, im loving this site : cleverbot.com .. try this guys .. LOL :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-2696080460220492972?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2696080460220492972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=2696080460220492972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2696080460220492972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2696080460220492972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/04/cleverbotcom.html' title='cleverbot.com'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3558302320813221147</id><published>2010-04-25T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:49:37.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>confidence *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOFCDH_kY6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/fYu2mkRmYzA/s1600/tumblr..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOFCDH_kY6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/fYu2mkRmYzA/s400/tumblr..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539781638095135650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i wish i was not so shy, to speak what i really meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i hate being seen as a push over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tss, &amp;gt;:/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3558302320813221147?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3558302320813221147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3558302320813221147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3558302320813221147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3558302320813221147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/04/tss.html' title='confidence *'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/TOFCDH_kY6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/fYu2mkRmYzA/s72-c/tumblr..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-8381290597543317342</id><published>2010-04-25T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:50:26.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>i wish ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i wish that i'll finally be able to suck it up and tell you everything. tell you honestly how i feel about you and how you make me feel, and how i'm so damn scared of feeling and most especially of You. If only i knew what was on your mind, how i wish i knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-8381290597543317342?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8381290597543317342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=8381290597543317342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8381290597543317342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8381290597543317342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-wish.html' title='i wish ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-5172206801645110177</id><published>2010-04-25T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:56:30.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>How Did All The Celebrities Die?</title><content type='html'>Jordan Sparks had &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No Air&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jonas Brothers caught the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love Bug&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis started &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Papa- Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt; got Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanye just needed to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Stronger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta got &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Crushed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Kingston was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Fire Burning&lt;/span&gt; on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Sean fell &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Down, down, down, down, down, down&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira got attacked by a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She Wolf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.I and Rhianna &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lived Their Life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Already Gone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Who Killed Alicia Keys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No One&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--// LOLwhut :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-5172206801645110177?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5172206801645110177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=5172206801645110177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5172206801645110177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5172206801645110177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-did-all-celebrities-die.html' title='How Did All The Celebrities Die?'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-5238226584683124369</id><published>2010-04-21T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:57:50.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>update :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;`sorry guys i did'nt have the time to blog this past few days .. well yeah, i'm soo busy .. superr ! so i'll just make a short update now ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; last april 3 was my birthday and i'm officially 15 (fifteen) years old !! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; i just had a new haircut .. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i love it ..  maybe some other day i'll post my pictures here for you to see it guys :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; my UPCAT REViEW already started last saturday and i really had fun ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt; i'm not sure if i can still blog here from time to time but i assure you guys that i'll try my VERY best to update the happenings in my life :&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-5238226584683124369?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5238226584683124369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=5238226584683124369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5238226584683124369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5238226584683124369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html' title='update :]'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-8815878852500427936</id><published>2010-03-20T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:58:39.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>BV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tss. BV ! i don’t know why these things are happening .. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In just a blink of an eye, everything changes ... wae ?&lt;/span&gt; (why?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What if a person really close to you suddenly ignored you ? everytime he see you going on his way, he suddenly changes directions .. how would you feel ?? aish -.-&lt;/span&gt; (damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yes, there’s this person who suddenly ignored me .. and take note guys, he is my bestfriend .. and the sad part here is, I don’t even know the reason why .. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What does that suppose to mean ?? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Seriously, I can’t think of anything wrong I have done to make him mad .. amp ! honestly, im starting to hate what he is doing .. what’s wrong with him ? if he is mad of anything because of me, then he should tell me about it .. not just act that way like nothing happened .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Na peun nyuh suhk :/&lt;/span&gt; (bad guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Im really into bad things these past few days .. I hate it ! chi~ but still, I want to fix this problem .. seriously .. :( I almost cried when I talked about this to my friends .. good thing I held back my tears before they came out .. I’m pathetic :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oto ka jwo ??&lt;/span&gt; (what should i do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-8815878852500427936?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8815878852500427936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=8815878852500427936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8815878852500427936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8815878852500427936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/03/bv.html' title='BV'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3171960691969711621</id><published>2010-03-18T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:59:19.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>tss . :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;`I really hate this effin day .. I feel like my mind’s gonna blow up `coz of thinking too many stuffs. Aish &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt; (damn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I realized something today, people DO change .. I don’t know why or when, but im absolutely sure .. mood swings ? nope, I don’t think so . they really change that sometimes you’ll doubt if they are really the person you knew .. :|   Why are some things so complicated ? I mean, just thinking about THOSE stuffs makes me crazy . aish ~ wae ?? (damn, why?) your not the person I knew way back then .. I was hoping that your not like that, I believed in you .. I thought you really mean those words that you said to me, but I guess I was wrong .. you’re a totally different person NOW .. I just can’t accept the fact that you’re making me feel like I should be regretful . tsss :| so ? the hell I care ! the truth is, im so disappointed . superrr ~ if you only knew, I almost cried that time .. now what? your making fun of me ? chi.. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;pabo yah ! nan sang gwan opsuh ..&lt;/span&gt; (fool ! i dont care..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;shiruh ! jungmal shiruh &amp;gt;:[&lt;/span&gt; (i hate you .. i really hate you !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;neol yongseo haji aneul geoya .. &lt;/span&gt;(i won't forgive you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But when I saw you that time, I felt something that I should’nt feel in the first place .. its like im not comfortable seeing you with her .. aish ~ is this what they call jealousy ?? ah ! anya anya ! aigoo ~ molla :(&lt;/span&gt; (no, no .. i dont know ..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I should’nt be .. I can’t be .. no no no :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What should I do ?? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3171960691969711621?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3171960691969711621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3171960691969711621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3171960691969711621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3171960691969711621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/03/tss.html' title='tss . :|'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-6627774329468964871</id><published>2010-03-15T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:01:50.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k-drama addiction'/><title type='text'>`you're beautiful :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Omg ! my blogsite looks like a FAN SiTE of  YOUR BEAUTiFUL :P lol . oh well, I’m really a fan of them .. I really do idolize them that I want to change my background here into their pictures :] heehee :&amp;gt; I don’t know why but im really obsessed with this kdrama .. for me, its more beautiful than BOF (just in my opinion guys. I don’t wanna offend those BOF fanatics out there). Anyway, I’ve already finished watching this in youtube before the month of February ended. But I still cant get over with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I remember last last night (sorry, I don’t know the exact date. lol) it was already 1:30 am but me and my older brother were still watching t.v .. He was searching for a good channel that time when suddenly he turned it to channel 2 ABS-CBN .. I was so shocked cause they were playing one of Your Beautiful’s OST entitled “As Ever” with their commercial .. I was like, “kuya, balik mu muna dun .. sandali lang, alam ko yun ee .. pls.” I nagged him until he turned it back there . I really smiled like there’s no tomorrow that time . lmao :) If you only saw me, you’d think that I was crazy .. I sang along while watching it .. I was like, “geum man keum sa rang han na bwa .. ~” cause I memorized that lyrics and I know the tune. After that, it said “He’s Beautiful .. Soon on ABS-CBN” .. I almost shouted that time but I controlled myself. What can I do? Im just soo happy. Last time I check I was just going gaga after watching it online then the next thing I knew it is going to be aired in ABS-CBN .. it’s like a dream come true ! lol . haha :P I still have the chance to watch it on t.v .. im soo lucky :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I’m just a bit disappointed cause they (referring to abs-cbn) always change the titles of the kdrama that they air . First, the “Boys Before Flowers” .. it was originally entitled BBF but when it was on channel 2, it was entitled Boys Over Flowers. Now this, it’s really entitled “Your Beautiful” but when I saw it, it was “He’s Beautiful”. Don’t think that its wrong grammar guys, you’ll know that its right when you get to see the kdrama ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The next day, I told everything to my classmate Danica who introduced that kdrama to me . We were like yelling inside the room (coz there’s no teacher) while jumping in hapinness .. lmao ! she’s also excited about it. She said that it should be aired on vacation so that we can watch for it. :PP we really both love anything about korea .. the kpop, kdrama, the beautiful scenes there (we only see it on pictures) even their language “hangul” .. That’s why we easily clicked together. We always talk in Korean even if were inside the room . some of my classmates also know the basic words in Korean, because of our influence of course :) I call her Danica-ssi or chin-gu yah while she call me Joirene-ssi &amp;amp; vice versa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyway, I cant wait to watch for it !! I swear guys , it’s SUPERB ~ I’ve learned different things because of this series .. I really appreciate the stars because of this, though I’m a bit sad cause it only have 16 episodes, unlike BOF that have 25 .. But still, I love it ^^ how I wish it was true-to-life .. the main characters are really perfect for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay guys, `till here .. off to change my name in FB to “pig-rabbit” .. lol. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;`Anyeong ~ :P       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6627774329468964871?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6627774329468964871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=6627774329468964871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6627774329468964871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6627774329468964871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-beautiful.html' title='`you&apos;re beautiful :]'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3711253751518379202</id><published>2010-03-09T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:05:23.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k-drama addiction'/><title type='text'>Your Beautiful ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trammie07.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/anjell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 203px;" src="http://trammie07.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/anjell.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iloveohkpop.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/20091214_anjell_main2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 206px;" src="http://iloveohkpop.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/20091214_anjell_main2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trammie07.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/anjell-a-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 210px;" src="http://trammie07.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/anjell-a-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cSWPr1-6lgc/Sztx9qHnAxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/P9nylP6b1Vw/s400/AN+JELL.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cSWPr1-6lgc/Sztx9qHnAxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/P9nylP6b1Vw/s400/AN+JELL.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.N.Jell :)) from the kdrama Your Beautiful/ He`s Beautiful :) soon on ABS-CBN !&lt;br /&gt;watch for it guys .. you'll never regret i swear.. this is the kdrama that i've been mentioning on my previous posts .. it's really superb ! worth-watching for :** ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3711253751518379202?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3711253751518379202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3711253751518379202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3711253751518379202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3711253751518379202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-beautiful.html' title='Your Beautiful ^^'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cSWPr1-6lgc/Sztx9qHnAxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/P9nylP6b1Vw/s72-c/AN+JELL.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-8204590333282085772</id><published>2010-03-09T04:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:05:52.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k-drama addiction'/><title type='text'>`A.N.Jell Parody :DD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w23cw_CWiUI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w23cw_CWiUI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;`lol :P soo funny :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jang Geun Seuk&lt;/span&gt; is soo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; hot&lt;/span&gt; ! i love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yong hwa&lt;/span&gt; oppa`s hair :] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lee Hong Ki&lt;/span&gt; is super cute .. i watched this video for almost five hundred times &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i just can't get over w/ this :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-8204590333282085772?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8204590333282085772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=8204590333282085772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8204590333282085772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8204590333282085772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/03/anjell-parody-dd.html' title='`A.N.Jell Parody :DD'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-302341829427575662</id><published>2010-03-08T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:11:49.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>foundation day :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Last feb. 26 was our foundation day. It was so much fun and I really enjoyed trying all of the booths.. except for that “sas salon” booth. They offer glitter tattoo, hair dressing, face painting and everything but i`ve waited for almost 2 hours for that hair style that I paid. Gosh, it was so crowded and my legs hurt that time .. yeah, I was so pissed off (sorry for the sas salon members, don’t want to offend you guys.) anyway, the rest was so fun. After that `effin incident, we just played and chased each other while running. We were like kids that time. There were CAT officers that tried to get us to the “jail booth” but my classmates really fights against them. There was an incident when a CAT officer caught me but I refused, then suddenly I just felt all of my classmates pushing me away from the officer,.. we were like playing a tag of war and unfortunately, I was like the thing that they`re pushing against each other.. after a few minutes, the officer lose his grip and I was freed .. thanks to my classmates. After that, the officer didn’t came back again.. lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the foundation day was finally over, some of my classmates and I went straightly to market-market. Guess what`s the first thing we did when we finally reached there? Of course we ate .. were really starving that time ..at first I thought that it will be boring because some of my classmates were really so tired, so am I .. but when we entered the “karaoke thingy” , it`s like we gained all of our energy up .. we sang different songs, from rock to ballads and slow songs. My friend DANICA and I also bought blizzard ice cream in dairy queen .. of course, we always find time to take pictures of everything we do .. camwhore much eh ? lmao :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we really had a great time with each other .. I hope that there will be a lot more next time .. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-302341829427575662?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/302341829427575662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=302341829427575662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/302341829427575662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/302341829427575662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/03/foundation-day-p.html' title='foundation day :P'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-369934344165309799</id><published>2010-02-14T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:14:01.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>`appi valentine's day :P</title><content type='html'>Hi earthlings. How was your day guys? Mine was not fine. Aish ! another loveless valentine’s day for me :( valentine’s really sucks ! lol. Maybe its just for me &amp;amp; for others who dont have dates or special someone to be with this day. I think im being so pathetic in this post. Lmao ! I don’t wanna be bitter so  happy valentine’s day for all of the couples out there :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just like an ordinary day for me. We just had a family bonding because its “fiesta of pateros” so we bought different things there. After that I did my assignments &amp;amp; other requirements to be submitted next week. Oh I forgot to tell you, im top 2 ~ still on the second rank and im not happy with it :( last 2 gradings, im not thinking of our performance as a competition to be on the top, but now I am. Its because I cant accept the fact that we had a new top 1 this grading [she`s our secretary] and im really not into her. Yeah in short, I don’t like her [I hope she don’t read this!] so what? Im just being honest with myself. This 4th grading, I will really try to do my best. No, let’s refrain that, I WILL really do my best to be in the first rank .. I know in myself that I deserve that and I can do that if I’ll just focus more on my studies. Okay, snap out of it ~ I don’t wanna brag about this things here on my blog :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently going gaga over this korean drama entitled “Your Beautiful” starring Jang Geun Seuk aka Hwang Tae Kyung &amp;amp; Park Shin Hye aka Go Mi Nam/Mi Nyu xD it’s already one of my favorites right now, though im not yet done watching this so-called-drama .. thanks to my friend Danica [special mention] for telling me about this beautiful kdrama. For me, its my second favorite after Boys Before Flowers ^^ its like a combination of BOF and Hana Kimi. The story is all about Go Mi Nyu pretending to be his twin brother Go Mi Nam in order to be accepted in A.N.Jell, a very famous band in Korea. Go Mi Nyu or Gemma is supposed to be in Rome to be a completely nun but there’s something bad happened to his twin brother so she pretended to be him. And then the story goes on .. just watch it guys, I don’t want to be a spoiler :] I guarantee you its worth-watching-for xD you’ll never regret it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I think I already need to end this post because I still need to print my so-called- “Reaction Paper” about the theater we just watched in our school. Of course, starring one of my bestfriends, Claudine Antang :)) ning ! im proud of you :P job well done :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyeong ~ (goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-369934344165309799?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/369934344165309799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=369934344165309799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/369934344165309799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/369934344165309799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/02/appi-valentines-day-p.html' title='`appi valentine&apos;s day :P'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-7783963459345152954</id><published>2010-02-11T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:16:19.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>` inspiring story ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;`FOUND IT WHILE BULLETIN-SURFING :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Signed with Love from God, Jesus &amp;amp; Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-7783963459345152954?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7783963459345152954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=7783963459345152954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7783963459345152954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7783963459345152954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/02/inspiring.html' title='` inspiring story ♥'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-6457875417520004690</id><published>2010-02-04T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:22:55.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Ten Conyo-mandments ;P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Gerry Avelino and Arik Abu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. Thou shalt make gamit “make+pandiwa”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex. “Let’s make pasok na to our class!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Wait lang! I’m making kain pa!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Come on na, we can’t make hintay anymore! It’s in Andrew pa, you know?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Thou shalt make kalat “noh”, “diba” and “eh” in your pangungusap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex. “I don’t like to make lakad in the baha nga, no? Eh diba it’s like, so eew, diba?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“What ba: stop nga being maarte noh?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Eh as if you want naman also, diba?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. When making describe a whatever, always say “It’s SO pang-uri!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex. “It’s so malaki, you know, and so mainit!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“I know right? So sarap nga, eh!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“You’re making me inggit naman.. I’ll make bili nga my own burger.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. When you are lalaki, make parang punctuation “dude”, ‘tsong” or “pare”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex. “Dude, ENGANAL is so hirap, pare.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“I know, tsong, I got bagsak nga in quiz one, eh”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5. Thou shall know you know? I know right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex. “My bag is so bigat today, you know”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“I know, right! We have to make dala pa kasi the jumbo Physics book eh!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6. Make gawa the plural of pangngalans like in English or Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex. “I have so many tigyawats, oh!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;7. Like, when you can make kaya, always use like. Like, I know right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex. “Like, it’s so init naman!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Yah! The aircon, it’s, like sira!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8. Make yourself feel so galing by translating the last word of your sentence, you know, your pangungusap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex. “Kakainis naman in the LRT! How plenty tao, you know, people?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“It’s so tight nga there, eh, you know, masikip?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;9. Make gamit of plenty abbreviations, you know, daglat?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex. “Like, OMG! It’s like traffic sa LRT”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“I know right? It’s so kaka!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Kaka?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Kakaasar!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10. Make gamit the pinakamaarte voice and pronunciation you have para full effect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ex. “I’m, like, making aral at the Arrhneo!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;“Me naman, I’m from Lazzahl!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6457875417520004690?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-153882950291332144</id><published>2010-01-19T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:21:30.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr quotes'/><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/S1WgURn3q2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5CWYiOoKVUM/s1600-h/tumblr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/S1WgURn3q2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5CWYiOoKVUM/s400/tumblr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428421196053457762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- just found it on tumblr :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[via http://apxmuah.tumblr.com]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-153882950291332144?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/153882950291332144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=153882950291332144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/153882950291332144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/153882950291332144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2010/01/p.html' title=':P'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/S1WgURn3q2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/5CWYiOoKVUM/s72-c/tumblr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-6015355920348814027</id><published>2010-01-19T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:28:23.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>when a girl misses you :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl misses u, she's afraid to see how your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;new girl looks, she's dreading the fact that ur not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hers any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When u break a girls heart, she still feels it when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;bumping heads 3 years later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl just stares deep into your eyes, she's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;HOPING that your hers and only hers ( it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;how much she cares: eyes never lie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;millions of things are running through her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;she is thinking deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine, " after a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;seconds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;she is not at all fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;she is wondering why you are so wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl calls you everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;she is seeking for your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl wants to see you everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;she wants to be pampered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl says, "I'll love you forever, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;she means it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl says that she can't live without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;she has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;no one in this world can miss you more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Guy Facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a guy calls u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;he wants to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He's listening to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a guy is not arguing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He realizes he's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine, " after a few minutes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;he means it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a guy stares at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;he wishes you would care about him and wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;if you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;he has the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a guy calls you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;he is in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a (good) guy say he loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;he means it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;he's with you till your done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;he misses you more than you could have ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;missed him or anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6015355920348814027?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3652754416287819002</id><published>2009-12-30T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:25:25.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year-ender post'/><title type='text'>year-ender post :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR :)) **&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess this will be my "year-ender" post :) first of all, 2009 is really a busy year for me .. but it left me some wonderful &amp;amp;&amp;amp; numerous experiences that i'm really thankful of .. in short, it was a GREAT year for me. though there were also unpleasant things that happened, let's just forget about that .. like what they always say, "NEW YEAR, NEW LiFE" ! i guess i will apply that as my motto :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've listed some of my so-called-new year's resolution :D first, i wanna be more productive .. of course, `coz i've been very LAZY this 2009 that's why i want to be more persistent in 2010, specifically on studies .. second, i will use our PC less often .. as i've said, i want to focus more on my studies .. third, i want to gain more friends :) yep ! more friends, more FUN xDD lol .. fourth, i will study harder for the UPCAT :] yes guys, im planning to go to U.P ~ that's why i already inquired in MAKSCi school because they will hold the UPCAT tutorial .. my mom also knows about this :P &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fifth, i promise to be a more better person .. i guess that explains everything Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another loveless year ?? maybe =) i really don't know .. haha ^^ well if the right one comes, then i should grab it .. but right now, idk .. i guess i'll just wait .. and hey, who needs a boyfriend when you've got circle of friends ? :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that 2010 will be a prosperous year for all of us ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HEY 2010, BE GOOD TO ME ~ :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3652754416287819002?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3652754416287819002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3652754416287819002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3652754416287819002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3652754416287819002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-ender-post-p.html' title='year-ender post :P'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-7866482104183732906</id><published>2009-12-24T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:26:40.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas post'/><title type='text'>jesus is better than santa :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus is Better than Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa lives at the North Pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS is everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa rides in a sleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa comes but once a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS is an ever present help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa fills your stockings with goodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS supplies all your needs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa comes down your chimney uninvited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS stands at your door and knocks.. and then enters your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You have to stand in line to see Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa lets you sit on his lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS lets you rest in His arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa doesn't know your name, all he can say is "Hi little boy or girl, What's your name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS knew our name before we did. Not only does He know our name, He knows our address&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;too. He knows our history and future and He even knows how many hairs are on our heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS has a heart full of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;All Santa can offer is HO HO HO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS offers health, help and hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa says "You better not cry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me for I care for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa's little helpers make toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts, repairs broken homes and builds mansions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa may make you chuckle but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Santa is a myth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But Jesus is the Truth, the Way, and the Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;While Santa puts gifts under your tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;JESUS became our gift and died on the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's obvious there is really no comparison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We need to put Christ back in Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jesus is still the reason for the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAVE A BLESSED CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-7866482104183732906?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7866482104183732906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=7866482104183732906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7866482104183732906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7866482104183732906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/12/jesus-is-better-than-santa-p.html' title='jesus is better than santa :P'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4051520773373192200</id><published>2009-12-22T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:28:37.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>`falling inlove ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;   They say that only time can heal all the wounds of a broken heart. That time makes it easier to accept the lost of the people we love. It is a chain that all of us go through, falling in love, getting hurt…getting hurt and vowing not to love again. Promising not to love again and becoming miserable all our lives. It isn’t easy getting up on our feet after a cripting fall, but there is just no other way but to stand up and move on. Nobody wants to become unhappy all his life. All of us know how love could bring magic into our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;    Have you ever realized how good it felt waking up in the morning knowing that somewhere out there, there’s a person also thinking of you, and feels exactly the way you do. Doesn’t it feel good, looking forward to be with that person and spending memorable moments with him. Love brings joy beyond compare and that warm and sparkling glow in each of us. Love brings us to the top of the world, where we can conquer just about any obstacle that may come along our way. It is a great feeling love is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;   There is probably nothing else in this world that can compare to this. There maybe many of us who feel that love has passes by and finding someone who can share our lives with, seems to be such a remote possibility. We watch trains go by as time swiftly drifts away from us. We maybe in control of our life, but we feel that somewhat helpless in our relationship. There is nothing permanent in this world and not even those we cherish would be with us forever. There is no guarantee that comes in loving, There is always a risk getting involve with someone, but it is a risk that we have to take, if we want to find real happiness. For there is no gain without pain, there is no permanence without commitment and there is no lasting love without constant sacrifice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;   The tragedy of love is in getting hurt, the tragedy of getting hurt is in not wanting to love again and the tragedy of not wanting to love again is in being alone all of our lives. If is not what we want to be, then we can just stay in our shell and be miserably forgotten. But if it is love we chose and there is a promise of a new life. The joy of being able to share that life with someone and the hope of finding something beautiful and keeping it forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;** just found it somewhere in the net, credits to whoever made this**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4051520773373192200?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4051520773373192200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4051520773373192200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4051520773373192200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4051520773373192200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/12/falling-inlove.html' title='`falling inlove ~'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4728503728891727834</id><published>2009-12-22T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:30:48.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>sad tragedy :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;`found it somewhere .. just wanna share w/ you guys :))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night. They loved each other a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "slow down a little.. I'm scared.."&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "No, it's so fun.."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "please..it's so scary.."&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Then say that you love me.."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Give me a big hug.."&lt;br /&gt;The girl gave him a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Now can you slow down?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on?&lt;br /&gt;It's uncomfortable and its bothering me while i drive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had crashed into a building because itsbrakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so that she can live, and died himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4728503728891727834?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4728503728891727834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4728503728891727834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4728503728891727834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4728503728891727834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-tragedy.html' title='sad tragedy :('/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-1619288799185957582</id><published>2009-12-15T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:31:38.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>`imma student teacher ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2611e38.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; `our school held a "Girls and Boys Week" and i participated (again) *lol* .. though its my first time, i still join just for my personal experience . as this week is celebrated, we are capable of being a student teacher in our campus, too bad cause it only lasted 3 days ;( me and my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dollprincesz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;emmina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;are partners &amp;amp; we substituted our former adviser, mr. michael lorenzana, a current first year teacher .. so yeah ! we became an ST of those first year students .. and it was a TOTAL FUN ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; some of the sections we held are petunia, morning glory, rosal, marigold,  etc .. our students are soo small but very cute .. one of them is jonathan dado ;p we are really fond of this boy because he's soo cute :) but dont take it seriously, we dont do child abuse ! lmao ! XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; above are some of our pictures .. when we are on our vacant schedule, we always find time to take some pics of us, (cam-a-holic !) definitely for our remembrance ! ayt ! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;while we are teaching, the student head of the subject we teach (sir jonathan) observes us because he grades our performance .. and im really nervous when he observed me ! gaahhh ! i didnt even know what im doing in front that time ! HECK &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;   in short, being a student teacher is not that easy because you really have to do your lesson plan, prepare for it and practice how to deliver it .. you also need to budget your time schedule because of the different sections you're going to teach .. but it is also FUN for me, its like a privilege that i had the time to be a student teacher even just for once .. and i will definitely treasure this experience with emz ;]]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-1619288799185957582?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1619288799185957582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=1619288799185957582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1619288799185957582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1619288799185957582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/12/imma-student-teacher-p.html' title='`imma student teacher ;p'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i46.tinypic.com/2611e38_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3640423378262763801</id><published>2009-12-03T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:33:45.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>update :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; hi bloggers ! been so busy for awhile, i did'nt have time to update my blog .. anyway, so many things happened these past few weeks .. November is such a busy month for me. I've worked on my requirements and paper works in school , some are my projects while some are for extra curricular activities. My favorite part was when our school held an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"English Week"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; and i was awarded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"3rd place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;" on Spelling Bee, yep i joined .. though im just in the 3rd place, well better luck next time ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  Anyway, i was really shocked about that massacre in maguindanao .. its just soo brutal &amp;amp; immoral ! i mean, those who did that to our own fellow filipinos (sadly) is soo inhumans ! how did their conscience take that ? i saw some pictures of the victims posted on the net and i felt goosebumps all over my body ! curse that Ampatuan ! i hope that justice will reign for all the victims &amp;amp; also for their family .. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  I just recently signed an account for tumblr, here`s my url : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bittersweet-rantings.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt; .. follow me guys if you want .. anyway, i'm not leaving my blogger account&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.. it`s still for my personal use .. blogging is my passion (yeah!) and i think blogger is the best site for it .. i'll just both managed my tumblr and blogspot, i guess its not that hard after all .. ayt ! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;well, I just finished reading the twilight book and i love it ! super duper ! the book is definitely way better than the movie :) there are parts on the book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;that are not on the scenes of the movie .. i already watched the new moon and its great ! Taylor Lautner (Jacob) is a total hunk ! *drools* lol ! but still, he's just my SHARKBOY ^^ Robert Pattinson also did a great job .. he will always be my Edward Cullen :]] now im looking forward on reading the New Moon book and also The Eclipse &amp;amp;&amp;amp; The Breaking Dawn ! it's really a great novel ! im falling in love with it .. Ü Stephenie Meyer is really a genius :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; that`s all, tata for now .. off to watch Jennifer`s Body .. i think its a great movie &amp;amp; i also love its OST, New Perspective by Panic at the Disco :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3640423378262763801?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3640423378262763801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3640423378262763801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3640423378262763801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3640423378262763801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='update :)'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-16783365592152720</id><published>2009-11-07T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:35:03.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k-drama addiction'/><title type='text'>hyun joong oppa &amp; min ho oppa ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwW_mSOOvQM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwW_mSOOvQM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;they look like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dorks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;in this commercial vid .. but they look soo hot &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(*drools*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;LOL. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lee Min Ho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;is really handsome in whatever facial expression he makes .. and for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kim Hyun Joong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;, i think he developed his acting skills and more comfortable of doing comedies. haha .. this is my favorite commercial among the other cf of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anycall Magic Hole Cellphone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! 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I hope our net connection will get back faster &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;  anyway, i want to share with you what happened to me last November 1, 2009 .. well its not about the “soul’s day” or “halloween” thingy , it’s more complicated than that (for me) .. here it goes, I was texting that time with *** , we were having good time when suddenly he texted me ..  “uhm, pde ba mgtanong?” of course I replied  “yan nnman ang mga tnong ee, haha .. nu yun ?”   “ee wag nlahn, bka mgalet ca ee, di kna mgreply.” he said ..  “bkit nman ? di yan ..” I replied ..  “uhm, pag nanligaw ba co sau may pag-asa ba co ? tnong lang nman =)” he said ..  Of course I was shocked that time .. I gave a very deep sigh . I waited for 5 seconds to think of it then I texted ..  “sori pero di pa tlaga aco ready ee, mhirap kci yan isabay sa studies, priority co pa nman yun .. sori tlaga .. don’t worry hahanapan nlahn kta :) ”  my cellphone suddenly buzz ..  “awwtss .. hehe . ok lang, tnong lang aman ee .. pisx !”  then he change the topic, about the results of our periodical tests .. we just compared our scores that time ..  even if he doesn’t tell me, I know he was hurt :( im soo dumdum &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; tell me guys, am I stupid ? if in case I say “yes” to him, he will be my first bf .. ugh! to tell you the truth, I am a bit attracted to him .. don’t get me wrong, just a bit ..  honestly, he was my closest guy friend .. he is kind, gentleman, smart, with sense of humor, everything .. its just that im not into him, maybe I am? amp ! I cant understand myself :(  actually, we were teased before because of our closeness .. but since he had a girlfriend, they stopped intriguing us .. of course its unfair for her girlfriend’s part, and I also don’t want to put up issues .. but after their broke-up, he started searching for another girl .. well he found  another again but that girl is not so nice that’s why their relationship don’t last that long .. and now, he’s searching again ! wth ! I’m starting to believe that guys can’t stand without a girlfriend :\  then now, he’s actually checking me out? maybe I had a little crush on him (take note: before!) but it doesn’t seem right . I feel like he just want me because there’s no other girl who’s available :[ .. but I really feel i'm kinda special to him .. he treats me a bit special, I guess ? I don’t know if  I had the right decision, I just hope I will not regret this :|  I just don’t want to destroy our friendship .. friendship can turn into love, but love in friendship? NEVER .. our friendship had gone far, and I don’t want to ruin it .. atleast by now I know im contented on what kind of relationship we have, &amp;amp; I don’t want it to go on a higher level , just that .. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6983245101970336721?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6983245101970336721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=6983245101970336721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6983245101970336721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6983245101970336721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-3life.html' title='my lovelife :('/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-6163855922391494555</id><published>2009-10-30T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:39:33.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter pan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>my peter pan :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/SurqaVgdT2I/AAAAAAAAADE/TTLRmY8jqhU/s1600-h/%60peter+pan+%7E%7E%7E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/SurqaVgdT2I/AAAAAAAAADE/TTLRmY8jqhU/s400/%60peter+pan+%7E%7E%7E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398384841527742306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;peter pan :)&lt;/span&gt; how i wish he was not a fantasy ! since childhood (&amp;amp; until now) he was my favorite fictional character .. i dont know why but i just love him .. yeah,  he magically refuses to grow up.  He is cocky, boastful and stereotypically a boy .. but he is kind and has beautiful characteristics that i really like ^^ . i really envy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt; because he captured the heart of peter pan :| sometimes i wish to be like her .. visited by his prince, took her to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NEVERLAND, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fights for her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; etc .. i hope that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neverland &lt;/span&gt;do really exist&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;yeah i know i`m soo childish ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     i`m not sure if my friends know my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; to peter pan .. haha xDD. its just not that obvious i think .. but he is one of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;impossible dreams&lt;/span&gt;  .. my first is to reach the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;moon&lt;/span&gt; (i love to watch it, maybe i`m influenced by my friend camille), second is to bring &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;peter pan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;neverland&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(too impossible, i know)  and lastly, make everything in this world have a happy ending (i guess it would`nt happen) Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     way back then, he was my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;prince charming&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.. since i was a child, i thought that all men are like him .. caring, protective, fight for what is right, loving, etc .. but as i grew up, i live in a world that is totally opposite to what i was expecting .. all of us can`t have our prince charmings nor knights-in-shining-armor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. we don`t live in a world like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVERLAND &lt;/span&gt;because all of us will get old &amp;amp; everything has an ending .. lastly, there are no &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;because we live in a world that is uncertain and full of challenges .. that`s why sometimes i wonder&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; how would it feel to become a fictional character&lt;/span&gt; .. maybe they don`t have life like us, but i`m pretty sure they live in a world that is adventurous, magnificent, fairytale-like and full of magics .. even if they exist only in our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/333/DC455A336CDE212340E8B7D3DCCF78B6.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6163855922391494555?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6163855922391494555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=6163855922391494555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6163855922391494555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6163855922391494555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-peter-pan.html' title='my peter pan :)'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/SurqaVgdT2I/AAAAAAAAADE/TTLRmY8jqhU/s72-c/%60peter+pan+%7E%7E%7E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4919871734395332210</id><published>2009-10-25T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T04:42:02.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k addiction'/><title type='text'>kiss - because im a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span font="" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 255);font-family:arial;" color-"2" &gt;- i found this video while browsing in the net, it`s entitled "because im a girl" .. i checked it out and i almost cried while watching it .. its a very sad korean song with a very sad mtv &gt;.&lt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v-gY_lptqY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v-gY_lptqY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span font="" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 255);font-family:arial;" color="2" &gt;i watched this video many times again &amp;amp; i still want to burst into tears :( its really sad because everything was fine at first when they met but because of that &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; accident, everything was changed .. but still im happy because their path crossed again in the end .. how i wish there`s also a guy who will sacrifice anything just for me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`btw, the guy said in the last part, "there is sumone im﻿ in luv with .. although i cant be with her now .. im still in luv with her .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ THAT`S WHAT YOU CALL *SACRIFICE* .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4919871734395332210?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4919871734395332210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4919871734395332210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4919871734395332210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4919871734395332210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/kiss-because-im-girl.html' title='kiss - because im a girl'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3693320998842193388</id><published>2009-10-19T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T02:08:23.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>`happy bday sarah babes ;))</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2qd7pfq.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; happy birthday SARAH CAMiLLE EVANGELISTA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; `picture nmen yan, actually tgal na nyan ee, last year pa .. pero cute nmen jan ee .. HAHA .. walang aangal ! oo nlahn kaio ! lolz .. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so knina diretso kmi sa haus nila, party pipz kmi dun .. dami nea ngang bisita ee, pero msaya tlaga kci ngkantahan pa kmi .. syempre kinanta co ung "zombie" by the cranberries :) oha ! nakaya co un ! in fairness :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; dami rin neang handa .. nabusog nga aco sa mga food ee .. basta over-all, ansaya talaga ~! nagbalik yung bonding nmeng mga micatoks (section co nung 2nd yiir) kci kasama rin nmen ci sir lorenzana ee .. (my advisor) haay ~ reminiscing the past .. lolz .. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tpos nung pauwi na, syempre ng-jeep kmi as transportation, hbang nsa byahe pauwi, ng-girl talk kmi ni emz babes ~ syempre nkipagchikahan aco tungkol sa present boylets nea (yea, plural tlaga ! dami ee).. then, napunta sken yung topic .. sabi ni babes, try co dao na mgkaroon ng *toot* (alam nyo na un, NBSB kci aco ee) kci dao sayang dao ung time na dapat meron acong gnun at ng-eenjoy aco, di na dao kci nten mababalik ang oras .. tinamaan naman aco dun BUT i still doubt it .. i admit it, merong mga nanliligaw pero di co tlaga sila feel ee, HAHA .. khit ganito aman aco, choosy prin to noh :) heehee .. pero naiintindihan co rin nman ci emz, sa tingin nyo ba dapat na tlaga acong pumasok sa isang relationship ? just comment here on my post and type YES, GORA KA NA GURL ! kung oo &amp;&amp; NO, MAY GATAS KPA SA LABI ! kung hindi .. haha :) new poll co yan .. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after nmeng makababa sa aming destination, super nagmadali na co kci quarter to 10pm na. ee hindi pa naman aco nakapagpaalam sa aking madir ! naalala co nung dati, pumunta din aco sa bday ng isa cong friend tpos 9pm na co nkauwi, syempre pinagalitan aco at sbi pa kung hindi aco umuwi nun, bka dao ngreport na sila sa pulis .. kea nman kinabahan na co .. onti nlahn tao nun tpos mrami nang establishments na sarado .. kung anu-ano tlagang sinabi co nun kay ina (friend co, ksabay co kci sya umuwi) kci kinakabahan na tlaga aco nun .. sinunod co pa nga yung sinabi ni emz babes na kumuha ng dahon tapos tupiin dao para hindi mapagalitan, na-try nea na dao kci yun tpos effective ! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; at pag-uwi co, tentenenen ~.. di naman pla aco pinagalitan .. onting tanong lahn kung san dao aco galing tapos un na yun ! partida nangangatog pa ung tuhod co nun sa sobrang kaba ! haha ! then off to my computer para mag-blog :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; super tiring day pero masaya naman kci nkapag-bonding kmi ng micatok friends co :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- so till here nalang .. toodles &gt;.&lt; V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3693320998842193388?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3693320998842193388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3693320998842193388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3693320998842193388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3693320998842193388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-bday-sarah-babes.html' title='`happy bday sarah babes ;))'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2qd7pfq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-1620011590819649505</id><published>2009-10-18T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T02:13:07.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>LAUGHTRiP xD ..</title><content type='html'>GF: Hayop ka, niloloko mo ako!&lt;br /&gt;BF: Bakit, wala naman akong ginagawa ah!&lt;br /&gt;GF: Anong wala? Nakita kita kanina, may kasama kang ibang&lt;br /&gt;babae,magkahawak pa kamay nyo! Niloloko mo ako!&lt;br /&gt;BF: Makinig ka muna… hindi kita niloloko, maniwala ka…&lt;br /&gt;Yung kasama ko kanina ang niloloko ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ifugao: Apply po ako ng sundalo, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Hindi ka pwede, ang dami mong sirang ngipin, bungi ka pa!&lt;br /&gt;Ifugao: Bakit sir, sa gyera ba ngayon, kagatan na ang labanan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lizard fell on a table.&lt;br /&gt;Genius: Oh! reptila scincidae;&lt;br /&gt;Kikay: Eew, lizard!;&lt;br /&gt;Astig: Shit, butiki!;&lt;br /&gt;Mataray: Shucks, butiks!;&lt;br /&gt;Mayaman: Yuck! Lacoste!;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap: Pare, ulam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay: Hala, sige, layas! Huwag ka nang bumalik dito sa bahay! Simula&lt;br /&gt;ngayon, huwag mo na akong tawaging nanay at hindi na rin kita tatawaging anak, naintindihan mo?&lt;br /&gt;Anak: Sige dude, alis na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Kukunin ko ang mga bituin at ibibigay ko sa iyo!&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Shut up! Hindi mo nga makuha yang kulangot mo, bituin pa!&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ay sorry, hindi ko alam na ito pala ang gusto mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream ba talaga yung inendorse in Pacquiao sa TV ad nya na Nestle Ice Cream? Akala ko kasi, softdrinks. Kasi, sabi nya, “Oh mga bata, Mirinda na!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;credits : http://jokesstoriesquotes.wordpress.com&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;punchlines ;)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;libro ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;kapal mo kasi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musika ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;napasayaw mo kasi puso ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drugs ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;naadik kasi ako sayo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pantal ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;ang kati mo kasi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puto ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;dinuguan kasi ako, bagay tayo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibon ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;lumilipad ka kasi sa utak ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotwater ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;napapaso kasi ako sa pagmamahal mo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unan ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;sarap mo kasing yakapin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko ko na sa sarili ko!&lt;br /&gt;pwede bang sayo nalang ako….?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumbong kita sa pulis!&lt;br /&gt;ninakaw mo kasi puso ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;libag ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;hindi na ko maliligo kung ganun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isda ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;ang tinik mo kasi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;galing ka bang greenhills?&lt;br /&gt;ang cheap mo kasi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;sarap mo kasing i-turn-on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si Cory ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;kasi pinagluksa na kita…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glue ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;kasi nakadikit ka sa isipan ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelikula ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;sarap mo kasing panoorin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHAHA xD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;credits : http://tambayannibyter.i.ph&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-1620011590819649505?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1620011590819649505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=1620011590819649505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1620011590819649505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1620011590819649505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/laughtrip-xd.html' title='LAUGHTRiP xD ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-7760602988708293497</id><published>2009-10-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T02:16:16.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>`usapang lalaki ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;big&gt;usapang lalaki ;)&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba ganun pare, ilang beses ko na pinag-aralan pero lagi na lang lumalabas na parang kahit ‘sang anggulo mo tingnan, hindi nagiging patas para sa mga lalake ang ilang bagay pagdating sa pagmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tingin sa stars*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan naiisip ko, alam kaya ng mga babae ang hirap ng lalake na gumawa ng first move para magtapat ng pagmamahal? E yung hirap na dinadaanan sa panliligaw at pagsuyo sa mahal nya? Ang feeling ng masaktan pag nabasted? Malamang-lamang siguro, hindi ano. Wala naman yata silang alam sa mga paghihirap naten e. Ang alam lang ata nila e mamili, manakit, at magsaya. Tingin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tingin sa malayo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi naman ganun. Una pa lang, lalake na ang naghihirap. Hassle saten ang panliligaw pero bago pa yun, kung ano pang diskarte ang gagawin naten para masabi naten sa kanila na mahal natin sila. Alam kaya nila yun? Mahirap magsabi na mahal mo na yung babae, diba? Tapos liligawan pa naten. Patutunayan na mahal nga sila. Susuyuin to-the-max. Maghahatid sa bahay, tutulungan, sasabayan, palalamunin, pagtyatyagaan, lahat na. Kulang na lang e pagsilbihan mo nang walang sahod. At ano ang kapalit? Well, depende sa trip nila. Oo tol, sa trip lang nila. Wala silang pake kesehodang mahal natin talaga sila. Basta ang alam nila, pag di nila tayo trip, isang malaking HINDE ang makukuha naten, kahit umiyak pa tayo ng dugo o lumuhod sa mga asing buu-buo. Para lang silang namimili ng damit na di man lang sinusukat bago ayawan. Kaya kahit mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal natin, sorry tayo. Hindi nila alam kung mahal mo sila. Kailangan mong maabot ang kanilang mga standards o uuwi ka lang na bad trip, iiling-iling, at minsan, luhaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala tayong magagawa, marami silang alibi. “Hindi pa ‘ko ready eh..”, “Sorry pero I think we should just be friends..”, “Ha? Uhhmm.. nagpapatawa ka ba? Hahahaha..” “Better luck next time na lang muna, okay lang?”, “Give me a decade. Pag-iisipan ko muna..”, “Para lang kitang kapatid e..”, yaddah yaddah. Isang malaking pagsasaklob ng langit at lupa ‘yon para saten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kuha ng bote ng beer*&lt;br /&gt;*lagok*&lt;br /&gt;*lunok*&lt;br /&gt;At hindi lang ‘yon tol. Sa pre-relationship stage pa lang yon. Pag sinagot na nila tayo, satin pa rin ang hassle. Tayo daw ang mga lalake kaya tayo ang hahawak ng relasyon. Tayo ang aayos kung may gulo; tayo ang dapat magpapakabait; tayo ang magtatyaga; tayo ang magiging devoted at faithful; tayo, tayo tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila? Ummm… Teka, isipin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Sila ang magsasabi kung anong oras kayo dapat magmeet; sila ang magtetext ng mga mushy at kabalbalang texts; sila ang magdedemand sayo ng kung anu-ano; sila ang magbabawal; sila ang magsasabi kung kelan ka dapat mag-shave, kung kelan ka pwedeng tumawag sa bahay nila, kung kelan sila di dapat bad tripin dahil meron sila, at kung kelan ka korni. Ewan. Ganun ata talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kuha ng bote ng beer*&lt;br /&gt;*lagok*&lt;br /&gt;*lunok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa yun tapos pare, dahil dapat tayo ang bahala kung ano ang magiging takbo ng relasyon. Pag maganda, edi okay. Pag may problema, kasalanan naten. Haay buhay. Minsan talaga kung tutuusin sakit sila ng ulo. Kaya lang mahal naten kaya di na natin iniintindi yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero alam mo tol, feeling ko mas sincere pa tayo magmahal sa kanila. Alam mo yun, iba tayo magmahal e. Hindi lang parang laru-laro lang. Seryoso. At kung magmahal man tayo, lubus-lubusan. Mas mature. Hindi yung parang pambata lang gaya nila na kesyo magseselos-selos, iiyak-iyak, iina-inarte, dadradrama, at kung anu-ano pa. Hindi lang kababawan. Ka-mushyhan. Kababaihan. Iba tayo pag nagmahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;br /&gt;*tingin sa malayo ulit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ito pa ang pinakamasaklap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singhot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ending ng relasyon. Sa mga panahong ‘to, either sawa na sila, hindi na tayo trip, may nahanap na silang better saten, o kaya they need f*cking space and time muna. Bad trip no? Wala na naman tayong choice. Sila ang masusunod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ano pa ang kasamang hassle don? Syempre wasak na ang imahe naten. Tayo ang lalabas na may kasalanan. Na playboy. Na nagpapaiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*iiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo siyempre ang mga antagonist at sila yung mga bidang inaapi at parang mga pusang iiyak-iyak. Ang ending: mag-ooffer sila ng “friendship” kuno matapos tayong pagsawaan, lahat ng gifts naten nasa kanila, sawi tayo sa pag-ibig, “player” na ang image naten, at higit sa lahat, mag-iisip kung papaano ipagpapatuloy ang buhay. Maiiwan tayong tulala, mag-iisip kung saan nagkamali, mamomroblema sa pag-aadjust sa pagiging single, at di na naman makakatulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay buhay. Ang hirap maging lalake. Lagi ka na lang naiiwan sa ere. Ano? Hindi ka na nagsalita? In-love ka no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako, kamusta? Eto. Yoyosi-yosi. Bubuntong-buntong hininga. Titingin-tingin sa bituin. Mumuni-muni. Lalagok-lagok ng alak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga babae talaga, oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-7760602988708293497?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7760602988708293497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=7760602988708293497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7760602988708293497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>`she ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5";color="violet"&gt;SHE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The night is black all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swirling darkness that surrounds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this creature that i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with bright glowing eyes that puncture me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is She.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees into my soul with piercing eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the outside she laughs, on the inside she cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more people want to find her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more that she hides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is She.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this girl, covered by make-up and clothes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking that a smile will hide her aching soul ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am she.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Jennie Christine Petkis]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-1186262674363177271?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1186262674363177271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=1186262674363177271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1186262674363177271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/1186262674363177271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/she.html' title='`she ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4178636111473871439</id><published>2009-10-13T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T02:27:05.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>`installing love ...</title><content type='html'>Tech Support: Yes, ... how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: What programs are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error -&lt;br /&gt;Program not run on external components." What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files:&lt;br /&gt;Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing o n my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Thank you, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4178636111473871439?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4178636111473871439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4178636111473871439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4178636111473871439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4178636111473871439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/installing-love.html' title='`installing love ...'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3794908587999943735</id><published>2009-10-10T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T02:28:43.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>LETTiNG GO ~ ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;"All endings are inexorably tied to new beginnings. That's the&lt;br /&gt;nature of the journey. It continues to unfold. It builds on&lt;br /&gt;itself. It can't help itself from doing that. Cherish the moments,&lt;br /&gt;all of them. You have seen and felt much in life so far. But still,&lt;br /&gt;the best is yet to come."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is perhaps one of the most difficult challenges we face. Our egos easily and all too eagerly attach to things, people, and outcome. Letting go of these attachments can be painful, particularly when we can’t see what’s ahead. Throughout the years, many clients have shared how they have a “back-up person” waiting in the wings just in case their current relationship ends. The fear of the unknown (and being alone), for some, creates feelings that are intolerable. Having “plan B” in place may mitigate some of the fear, but it doesn’t address the real fear: letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always found the metaphor of a closed fist and open hand helpful; a closed fist represents our resistance to letting go, while an open hand symbolizes our willingness to embrace the present and future. Moving from a closed fist to an open hand is a process. It requires patience and the willingness to release what no longer serves us. The choice to let go allows us to follow the pathway to our soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a series of things to let go of-our friends and loved ones, our children as they grow, our youth, our perceptions of ourselves. In my own life, I have found myself having to let go more these past few years than ever before. In the last two years, I have been faced with letting go of my daughter, twice. First, when she graduated from high school and moved in with her best friend, and second, when I moved from Michigan to California (she still resides in the Midwest). Moving away also meant letting go of friends, clients, and my home base where I was born and raised. Less than a year after moving, my father passed away and I was confronted with letting go on an even deeper level. Was any of this easy? No-in fact I’m still working my way through some of it. But, I’m discovering that as long as I keep an open hand (and heart), my experience of letting go is much less stressful. In fact, I remain inspired to let go, knowing that I’m clearing the pathway for my soul to continue its journey and fulfill its destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you need to let go of? Perhaps there is a self-limiting or destructive pattern that needs to be released, or maybe you feel compelled to pursue a dream that requires letting go of the work you’re currently performing. The important thing to remember is that no matter how daunting it may feel, you possess an inner strength and courage that is greater than any situation. Courage is about letting go and moving forward, not in the absence of&lt;br /&gt;fear, but in the presence of it. When you realize the inner power you possess, you can let go of your attachments. This doesn’t mean that you don’t work your hardest for the highest outcome, but rather, that you do your best and leave the rest to Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it time to release? You have two choices; you can either try to hold onto the past with a closed fist, or you can choose to embrace today with an open hand. As you already know, the former will cause you (and others) unnecessary pain and suffering, while the latter might trigger some fear of the unknown, yet provide rich, new experiences for your heart and soul. Which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;**The past is over; I plan for tomorrow and live for today.&lt;br /&gt;All my experiences are allowing me to become a stronger and wiser person.&lt;br /&gt;As I let go of attachments, I create room for fulfilling and soulful experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I let go easily for I trust that new and exciting opportunities are on their way. - Lhenbay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;dedicated to my bestfriend&lt;/u&gt; : &lt;BIG&gt;emmina babes :))&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3794908587999943735?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3794908587999943735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3794908587999943735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3794908587999943735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3794908587999943735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-endings-are-inexorably-tied-to-new.html' title='LETTiNG GO ~ ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-1117772116516888716</id><published>2009-10-09T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:10:25.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>`para sa mga babaeng SAWi ~!</title><content type='html'>[a]&lt;br /&gt;Before, hinahabol kita pero di mo ako pinapansin.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos isan araw nawala ako , hinanap mo ako at tinanong,&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit ka nagsawa?"&lt;br /&gt;Ngumiti ako, "Hindi ako nagsawa. Natauhan lang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b]&lt;br /&gt;Pwede mo akong lokohin pero wag kang magpapahuli sa 'kin.&lt;br /&gt;Pwede mo kong palitan pero siguraduhin mong mas mahal mo s'ya sa 'kin.&lt;br /&gt;Pwede mo kong iwan pero siguraduhin mong kaya mo..&lt;br /&gt;Kasi pag ako sobrang nasaktan, wala ka nang babalikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c]&lt;br /&gt;Ang Boys, pag trip ka, magpapakilala.&lt;br /&gt;Kaibigan kuno, hanggang pumorma na.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos pag nahulog ka na, ayun, goodbye na dahil sawa na sila.&lt;br /&gt;Pero dapat walang iiyak at smile lang tayo.&lt;br /&gt;Punyeta, anong silbi ng karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[d]&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love and got hurt&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't shed too much tears&lt;br /&gt;nor did I ask him to love me again.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I stood up proudly and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Ganyan talaga ang magaganda! Hindi bagay sa tanga!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[e]&lt;br /&gt;Simple lang para hindi ka masaktan.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag minahal ka, mahalin mo din.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ginago ka, gaguhin mo rin.&lt;br /&gt;Pero kapag umiyak ka, tanga ka!&lt;br /&gt;Ginago ka na nga, iiyakan mo pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[f]&lt;br /&gt;Pag iniwan ka ng mahal mo, wag mo siyang sisihin!&lt;br /&gt;Kausapin mo siya ng harap-harapan at sabihin mong,&lt;br /&gt;"Ingat ka, tanga ka pa naman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[g]&lt;br /&gt;Masakit pag iniwan ka ng mahal mo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero wag kang magagalit ng husto.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit papano may pinagsamahan naman kayo di ba?&lt;br /&gt;Kaya for the last time yakapin mo s'ya at ibulong mo,&lt;br /&gt;"Gago, kukulamin kita!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[h]&lt;br /&gt;Girls, talo daw tayo sa mga boys?&lt;br /&gt;Papayag ba kayo? Sige, pag niligawan tayo, sagot agad.&lt;br /&gt;Pag iniwan tayo, okey lang..&lt;br /&gt;Kapaga sinabi nilang, "Uy, ex ko."&lt;br /&gt;....Alam niyo sagot diyan? "Ay, ambisyoso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i]&lt;br /&gt;If the one you love doesn't love you back,&lt;br /&gt;don't get depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it for a while..&lt;br /&gt;maybe cry a bit then wipe your tears and say,&lt;br /&gt;"Ang weird naman niya. Di siya pumapatol sa magaganda!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[j]&lt;br /&gt;You only got one life so live it well,&lt;br /&gt;one heart so take good care,&lt;br /&gt;one soul so keep it pure.&lt;br /&gt;One boyfriend? What a waste!&lt;br /&gt;Make it two or more!&lt;br /&gt;Sayang ganda natin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[k]&lt;br /&gt;Pag sinabi sa'yo ng mahal mo na ayaw na niya sa'yo, hayaan mo lang.&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang iiyak at magpapakagago!&lt;br /&gt;Imbis na iyakan mo siya, ngitian mo lang at sabihin mo&lt;br /&gt;"So, pano? Bye na! Naghihintay na ang kapalit mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[l]&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about break-ups?&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga, masakit,&lt;br /&gt;makirot sa puso.&lt;br /&gt;Pero tandaan mo:&lt;br /&gt;A break-up isn't only an end to a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;it is also a beginning of a new one and an end to a living hell called "ex".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-1117772116516888716?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/1117772116516888716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4177107304748847761</id><published>2009-10-08T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:12:04.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>handa ka na bang ma-inlove ??</title><content type='html'>para sa mga taong nanliligaw,&lt;br /&gt;nagbabalak manligaw, nililigawan,&lt;br /&gt;naliligaw, nag-iintay maligawan at&lt;br /&gt;nagbabalak lumagay sa&lt;br /&gt;magulo..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang love ay hindi minamadali...&lt;br /&gt;hindi pinipilit..&lt;br /&gt;at lalong hindi kina-career...aray ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unang-una...&lt;br /&gt;PAANO MO BA NASABING MAHAL MO&lt;br /&gt;NA&lt;br /&gt;SIYA???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil ba natutuwa ka sa kanya???...&lt;br /&gt;o kaya naman naaaliw ka???...&lt;br /&gt;naswee-sweetan ka ba ng sobra sa&lt;br /&gt;kanya???...&lt;br /&gt;kinikilig ka ba pag nakikita mo siya???...&lt;br /&gt;at nahi-high kapag naririnig mo na ang boses niya???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh teka muna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baka naman infatuated ka lang....&lt;br /&gt;o kaya naman kagaya nga ng sagot mo...&lt;br /&gt;BAKA naaaliw ka lang...&lt;br /&gt;dahil kakaiba siya...&lt;br /&gt;may spark na hindi mo maintindihan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saklap nyan!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangalawa...&lt;br /&gt;GAANO MO NA BA SIYA KAKILALA???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madali ba siyang mapikon???...&lt;br /&gt;pano ba siya mabadtrip???...&lt;br /&gt;madali bang mahalata na may topak siya???...&lt;br /&gt;ano bang suot niya pag nasa bahay siya???...&lt;br /&gt;shorts ba o pantalon???...&lt;br /&gt;nakasando ba siya o naka-t-shirt lang???...&lt;br /&gt;matagal ba siyang maligo???....&lt;br /&gt;kumakain ba siya ng vegetables???...&lt;br /&gt;tamad ba siya???...&lt;br /&gt;mas gusto ba niyang manood ng tv kaysa magbasa ng libro???...&lt;br /&gt;nagpe-play station ba siya???...&lt;br /&gt;tatlo ba ang pamangkin niyang lalaki???...&lt;br /&gt;makukulit ba yung mga kamag-anak niya???...&lt;br /&gt;green ba ang kulay ng gate ng bahay nila???...&lt;br /&gt;sa village ba siya nakatira???...&lt;br /&gt;may sakayan ba ng jeep na malapit sa kanila???...&lt;br /&gt;nagsisimba ba siya linggo-linggo???...&lt;br /&gt;kasama ba yung pamilya niya???...&lt;br /&gt;at nagdadasal ba siya bago matulog???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lam mo na nga ba???...&lt;br /&gt;ang mga bagay-bagay...&lt;br /&gt;ang mga simpleng bagay tungkol sa kanya...&lt;br /&gt;na nagdedetermine ng sarili niya...&lt;br /&gt;as in kung sino ba talaga SIYA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangatlo...&lt;br /&gt;KAYA MO BA SIYANG TANGGAPIN???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in TANGGAPIN ng buong-buo...&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng trip niya sa buhay...&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng katopakan niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng pag-iinarte at pag-dadrama niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng kasalanang nagawa, ginawa, at gagawin pa lang niya...&lt;br /&gt;salahat ng naiisip niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng sasabihin niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa kilos niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa pananamit pa pala niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa pagsasalita...&lt;br /&gt;sa pananaw niya sa buhay...&lt;br /&gt;sa pagtrato niya sa tao...&lt;br /&gt;sa lifestyle niya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa uri ng pamilyang meron siya...&lt;br /&gt;sa uri ng kaibigang kasa-kasama niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa style niya pagdating sa love...&lt;br /&gt;sa kasweetan niyang natural...&lt;br /&gt;sa paglalambing niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa tawa niyang pagkalakas-lakas...&lt;br /&gt;sa manners niya...&lt;br /&gt;sa bisyo niya kung meron man...&lt;br /&gt;sa mga pang-aasar niya sayo...&lt;br /&gt;sa style niya pagdating sa pagsolve ng problema...&lt;br /&gt;sa problemang maaari ka ring masama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pang-apat...&lt;br /&gt;KAYA MO BANG MAGING TOTOO???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya mo bang makita yung sarili mo...&lt;br /&gt;na kasama pa rin siya ha...&lt;br /&gt;sa isang sitwasyong pag naisip mo eh...&lt;br /&gt;mapapaiyak ka na lang sa sakit...&lt;br /&gt;nang dahil din sa kanya???...&lt;br /&gt;kaya mo bang magmukhang tanga...&lt;br /&gt;as in umiyak ng dahil sa kababawan...&lt;br /&gt;ibuhos ang mga nararamdaman mo...&lt;br /&gt;kahit na puro kababawan nga lang naman...&lt;br /&gt;as in kahit sa harapan niya???...&lt;br /&gt;kaya mo bang maging barubal pag kasama mo siya???...&lt;br /&gt;yung tipo bang wala ka ng pakielam...&lt;br /&gt;mawala man ang manners mo...&lt;br /&gt;na wala ka naman talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYA MO BANG MAGING IKAW KAPAG&lt;br /&gt;KASAMA MO NA SIYA???...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung tipong hindi ka nahihiyang ipakita kung sino ka talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil alam mong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI MO LANG SIYA TANGGAP...&lt;br /&gt;TANGGAP KA RIN NIYA...&lt;br /&gt;BUONG-BUO RIN...&lt;br /&gt;MGA TAO!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama na kasi ang trip...&lt;br /&gt;tama na ang pagmamadali...&lt;br /&gt;oo masarap ngang mainvolve sa isang tao...&lt;br /&gt;pero diba mas masarap yun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALO NA KUNG ALAM MONG TOTOO&lt;br /&gt;YUNG&lt;br /&gt;NARARAMDAMAN MO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya dapat, hinde tayo nagpapabulag sa akala nating LOVE....&lt;br /&gt;mag antay na lang tayo....&lt;br /&gt;wag natin unahan....&lt;br /&gt;for all we know, nde pa pala cya ang para sa atin......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero pag nasagot mo lahat ng nasa&lt;br /&gt;taas....&lt;br /&gt;baka nga mahal mo na cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/handa-ka-na-bang-ma-inlove.html' title='handa ka na bang ma-inlove ??'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4477451054752287104</id><published>2009-10-07T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:14:36.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>`a game of love in 30 days :))</title><content type='html'>-- &lt;b&gt;i found this story in net while browsing around. its really a sad story but i dont know the real author of this. enw, just wanna share it with you guys ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I guess we are the left overs in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I think so.. All of my friends have boyfriends &amp;amp; we are the only 2 persons left in this world without any special someone in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Yup! I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I know! We'll play a game.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: What game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I'll be your girlfriend for 30 days &amp;amp; you will be my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: That's a great plan in fact, I don't have anything to do for the following weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;They watched their first movie together &amp;amp; were both touched in the romantic film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the beach &amp;amp; had a picnic... Daniel &amp;amp; Jasmine had their quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they went to a Horror House.. Jasmine was scared and she tried to touch Daniel's hand but by accident she touched someone else's and they both laughed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saw a fortune teller down the road and asked for their future. The fortune teller said: "My darlings, please don't waste the time of your lives... spend your time together happily." Then tears flow from the teller's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the hill and they saw a meteor... Jasmine mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 28:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rode on a bus and because of the bumpy road, Jasmine gave her first kiss to Daniel by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 29:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:37 pm&lt;br /&gt;Daniel &amp;amp; Jasmine were sitting in the park where they first decided to play this game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I'm tired Jasmine... do you want any drinks? I'll buy you one.. I'll just go down the road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Apple juice would be fine,thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later... a stranger approched Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Are you a friend of Daniel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Yes, why? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over Daniel &amp;amp; he is critical in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:57pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came out from the emergency room &amp;amp; handed out an apple juice &amp;amp; a letter to Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: We found this in Daniel's pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine read the letter which says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, this past few days, I realized you are really a cute girl &amp;amp; I am falling for you.. your cherished smile, your everything when we played this game.. &amp;amp; before this game ends, I would like you to be my girlfriend for the rest of my life. I love you, Jasmine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine crumples the paper &amp;amp; shouted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daniel! I don't want you to die...I love you... Remember that night we saw a meteor? I mumbled something.. I wished that we would be together forever &amp;amp; never end this game. Please don't leave me, Daniel... I love you, you cannot do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the clock strikes 12&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's heart stop pumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was the 30th DAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4477451054752287104?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4477451054752287104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4477451054752287104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4477451054752287104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4477451054752287104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/game-of-love-in-30-days.html' title='`a game of love in 30 days :))'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-791058851923310661</id><published>2009-10-05T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:22:27.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>`ikaw ang nagbago, hinde ang mundo ..</title><content type='html'>Tumatanda ka na, tol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa Friday Magic Madness na yung mga paborito mong kanta. Nakaka-relate ka na sa Classic MTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesbiana na yung kinaaaliwan mong child star dati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanay na lagi ang role ng crush na crush mong matinee idol noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, pag may panot, sisigaw ka agad ng "PENDONG!". Ngayon, pag may sumisigaw nun, ikaw na yung napapraning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parangbotika na ang cabinet mo. May multivitamins, vitamin E, vitamin C, royal jelly, tsaka ginko biloba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, laging may inuman. Sa inuman, may lechon, sisig, kaldereta, inihaw na liempo, pusit, at kung anu-ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, nagkukumpulan na lang kayo ng mga kasama mo sa Starbucks at oorder ng tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na ang mga kaibigan mo noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dating masasayang tawanan ng barkada sa canteen, napalitan na ng walang katapusang pagrereklamo tungkol sa kumpanya ninyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na ang best friend mo na lagi mong pinupuntahan kapag may problema ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap nang makahanap ng totoong kaibigan. Hindi mo kayang pagkatiwalaan ang kasama mo araw-araw sa opisina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung sabagay, nagkakilala lang kayo dahil gusto ninyong kumita ng pera&lt;br /&gt;at umakyat sa tinatawag nilang "corporate ladder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anumang pagkakaibigang umusbong galing sa pera at ambisyon ay hindi talaga totoong pagkakaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pera din at ambisyon ang sisira sa inyong dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pera. Pera na ang nagpapatakbo ng buhay mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka na ng Meralco, PLDT, SkyCable, Globe,Smart, at Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka ng Midnight Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka ng tollgate sa expressway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka ng credit card mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka ng ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alipin ka ng BIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati-rati masaya ka na sa isang platong instantpancit canton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, dapatmay kasamang italian chicken ang fettucine alfredomo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya ka na noon pagnakakapag-ober-da-bakod kayo para makapagswimming. Ngayon, ayaw mong lumangoy kung hindi Boracay o Puerto Galera ang lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, sulit na sulit na sa yo ang gin pomelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, pagkatapos ng ilang bote ng red wine, maghahanap ka ng San Mig Light o Vodka Cruiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ka nang magawa. Sumasabay ang lifestyle mo sa income mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtataka ka kung bakit hindi ka pa rin nakakaipon kahit tumataas&lt;br /&gt;ang sweldo mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung mga bagay na gusto mong bilhin dati na sinasabi mong hindi mo kailangan, abot-kamay mo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit nasa iyo na ang mga gusto mong bilhin, hindi ka pa rin makuntento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saan ka ba papunta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tol, gumising ka. Hindi ka nabuhay sa mundong ito para maging isa lang sa mga baterya ng mga machines sa Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanapin mo ang dahilan kung bakit nilagay ka rito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ang buhay mo ngayon ay uulit-ulit lang hanggang maging singkwenta anyos ka na, magsisisi ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumingon ka kung paano ka nagsimula, isipin ang mga tao at mga bagay na nagpasaya sa yo. Balikan mo sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ikaw ang nagbago, hindi ang mundo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-791058851923310661?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/791058851923310661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=791058851923310661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/791058851923310661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/791058851923310661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/ikaw-ang-nagbago-hinde-ang-mundo.html' title='`ikaw ang nagbago, hinde ang mundo ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-5790263678400791620</id><published>2009-10-03T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:30:27.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>`badtrip magmahal ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.tinypic.com/2le6ouo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan badtrip magmahal...&lt;br /&gt;iwasan mo, ikaw din masasaktan...&lt;br /&gt;sundan mo,ikaw din iiyak...&lt;br /&gt;bigay mo lahat kulang pa rin...&lt;br /&gt;nagpakatanga ka na,gagaguhin ka pa...&lt;br /&gt;minsan hintay ka nang hintay, di mo alam...&lt;br /&gt;iniwan ka na pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan na akong nagmahal...&lt;br /&gt;minsan na akong nasaktan...&lt;br /&gt;minsan na rin nagpakatanga dahil minsan 'minahal kita'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahayaan ko pa bang maulit?&lt;br /&gt;bakit hindi?&lt;br /&gt;eh, minsan lang akong naging masaya nang mahalin kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ba masakit pag iniwan ka?&lt;br /&gt;di ba masakit pag niloko ka?&lt;br /&gt;di ba masakit pag pinaasa ka?&lt;br /&gt;pero di ba mas masakit pag pinaniwala ka na mahal ka nya,&lt;br /&gt;kahit may mahal na sya iba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagmahal ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;pero inakala mong mali kaya tinago mo na lang?&lt;br /&gt;nasaktan ka na dahil alam mong mahal mo sya pero di mo maipakita?&lt;br /&gt;nasubukan mo na bang magsisi na dapat sana&lt;br /&gt;ay sayo sya kung ipinadama mo lang sana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takot ako mawala ka...di ko alam kung bakit&lt;br /&gt;di sa hindi ako mabubuhay nang wala ka...kundi takot akong&lt;br /&gt;dumating ung panahon na mahal pa rin kita...kahit wala ka na...&lt;br /&gt;pag nawala ako, siguro di un kawalan syo...&lt;br /&gt;di un makakaepekto sayo, pero gusto ko lang malaman mo, hapi ako...&lt;br /&gt;bakit?&lt;br /&gt;kasi kahit minsan sa buhay ko, nakilala ko ung isang katulad mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magmahal? marunong ako nun!&lt;br /&gt;ung tipo bang tanga ka na, sige pa rin kasi mahal mo siyang talaga...&lt;br /&gt;pero sa bandang huli... itatanong mo...&lt;br /&gt;tanga ba talaga ako? o mahal ko lang talaga siya...&lt;br /&gt;mahirap makipaglaban sa bagay na alam mong talo ka...&lt;br /&gt;wala kang magagawa kundi hayaan mo na lang tumahimik hanggang ilayo niya siya sayo&lt;br /&gt;ang taong pinakamamahal mo, dun mo maiisip na sana pinaglaban ko siya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan natuto kang magmahal...&lt;br /&gt;minsan naranasan mong masaktan...&lt;br /&gt;minsan natuto kang umasa...&lt;br /&gt;kasi minsan minahal mo siya ng lubusan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-5790263678400791620?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/5790263678400791620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=5790263678400791620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5790263678400791620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/5790263678400791620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/badtrip-magmahal.html' title='`badtrip magmahal ~'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.tinypic.com/2le6ouo_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3548122953784503037</id><published>2009-10-02T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:35:32.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>`pick up lines / turn down lines :]</title><content type='html'>PICK UP LINES&lt;br /&gt;Dahil kailangan mong mag-damubs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O ayan..This page is dedicated to all... hehehehe. Of course, totoo yun. Bwehe. Basta gamitin ng mabuti. Remember: Practice makes perfect! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Maganda ka. Pogi ako. Tayo na! (say it with conviction)&lt;br /&gt;2. Wag ka ngang ngumiti. Nai-inlab lang ako sayo eh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pahiram notes. (dapat nagno-notes talaga yung tao)&lt;br /&gt;4. Nagpapa-cute ka ba? Ume-epek kase eh.&lt;br /&gt;5. Shit! Umuulan!! Wala akong payong.&lt;br /&gt;6. Di ba classmate kita sa Physics 72.1? (kaso hindi 'to umepek sa aken)&lt;br /&gt;7. Bakit ngayon ka lang?&lt;br /&gt;8. Nag-lunch ka na ba? Sabay tayo!&lt;br /&gt;9. Napanood mo na ba yung Red Diaries? Wala kase akong kasama eh. (T.O. 'to...pramis!)&lt;br /&gt;10. May groupmate ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;11. C.R. tayo? (ewan ko pano 'to makaka-pick up)&lt;br /&gt;12. Excuse me, what's the time? (sabay hawak sa wrist...ala-Craig David)&lt;br /&gt;13. May nakaupo ba dyan? Patabi naman.&lt;br /&gt;14. Pwede ka ba? (pang pokpok!)&lt;br /&gt;15. Pauwi ka na ba? Pasabay naman. (mas ok 'to kung may tsekots)&lt;br /&gt;16. Apply ka na. Masaya sa org namen. (style ng mga taga-ABM... peace tayo!)&lt;br /&gt;17. Tumambay ka naman, gago!&lt;br /&gt;18. Talaga, wala ka pang boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;19. Inday, paki linis naman ng kwarto ko mamyang gabi. (kung type mo atchay nyo)&lt;br /&gt;20. Should we talk now or should we just keep staring at each other?&lt;br /&gt;21. I don't usually do this (approaching strangers), but i'd rather take the risk than to live the rest of my life wondering what if...&lt;br /&gt;22. Syet! Ang ganda mo!!&lt;br /&gt;23. 24. Would you like me to buy you some kwek-kwek?&lt;br /&gt;24. Excuse me miss. Pwede ba kitang mayayang mag-Quickly?&lt;br /&gt;25. Ayaw mo? Eh, kung canton na lang?&lt;br /&gt;26. Miss, bukas zipper mo.&lt;br /&gt;27. I like you...pramis!&lt;br /&gt;28. Mahal kita. (enough said!)&lt;br /&gt;29. Sex tayo?! (eto classic!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURN DOWN LINES&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nag-damubs ka kase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eto naman ang mga nakukuhang sagot ng mga taong hindi nag-practice sa kanilang pick-up lines. Yung iba may pagka-harsh. Pero what can i say, that's life!! I got some of these lines myself. Ok lang, buhay pa naman ako. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's not you. It's me. (gasgas na 'to)&lt;br /&gt;2. We're better off as friends. (isa pa 'to!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Get lost!&lt;br /&gt;4. Priority ko kase studies ko. (sagot ng mga nerd, di ba Abet?)&lt;br /&gt;5. Strict ang parents ko.&lt;br /&gt;6. Lalake talaga ako. (patay tayo dyan...)&lt;br /&gt;7. You're not my type.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hindi tayo soulmates. (as if)&lt;br /&gt;9. Tumatalsik kase laway mo.&lt;br /&gt;10. May boyfriend na kase ako.&lt;br /&gt;11. Eh kase bata pa ako.&lt;br /&gt;12. Eh kase bata ka pa.&lt;br /&gt;13. Sampalin kaya kita. (tsk, tsk...baka kase kung anu-anong sinabi mo)&lt;br /&gt;14. Kapal ng mukha mo. (sabay sampal...pero hindi pa ren nya feel kase makapal mukha nya)&lt;br /&gt;15. Kapatid lang turing ko sayo.&lt;br /&gt;16. I've decided to take my vows.&lt;br /&gt;17. Homophobic ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;18. *No Reaction*&lt;br /&gt;19. Panget ka eh! (eto matindi!)&lt;br /&gt;20. Sorry wala kang boobs eh.&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt;huh?! aaah.. lalaki siguro ang magtuturn down.&lt;br /&gt;21. I'm married. (awwwww!)&lt;br /&gt;22. Umuwi ka na lang.&lt;br /&gt;23. Bwahahaha! Hindi nga?&lt;br /&gt;24. You don't deserve someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;25. Sana ikaw na lang si Aga Mulach.&lt;br /&gt;26. Ay, akala ko bading ka.&lt;br /&gt;27. Wala ka kaseng kotse. (scrub!)&lt;br /&gt;28. Pag nakikita kita, naaalala ko si Ma'am Ramos. (private arki joke...actually, it's not private anymore)&lt;br /&gt;29. Lamo, you're like my ex-BF. Di nga nag-work relationship namen eh. Siguro tayo hindi ren.&lt;br /&gt;30. Baduy pick-up line mo...pramis!&lt;br /&gt;31. Ha? Ano, hindi kita marinig...&lt;br /&gt;32. Naka-inom ka ba? Itulog mo na lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;33. May aso na ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;34. *No Reaction. Sabay kulangot.*&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt;yak.. totoo 'ba 'to?!&lt;br /&gt;35. *Turns her head, looks around* Uh, ako ba kausap mo?&lt;br /&gt;36. Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;37. Wala naman kailangang magbago, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;38. Ano'ng pakialam ko sayo?&lt;br /&gt;39. Buti naman may tatay na anak ko... (disgrasya!)&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt;Bwahahaha! yan.. pa-damubs damubs pa kse eh.&lt;br /&gt;40. Really? Thank you. (yun lang. after that walang nangyari sa inyo)&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt;at least nag-thank you sya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA xDD ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3548122953784503037?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3548122953784503037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3548122953784503037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3548122953784503037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3548122953784503037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/pick-up-lines-turn-down-lines.html' title='`pick up lines / turn down lines :]'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-6585170540051371368</id><published>2009-10-02T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:38:32.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>some random facts :)</title><content type='html'>1. Chewing on gum while cutting onions can help a Person from stop producing&lt;br /&gt;tears. Try it next time you chop onions!!!!!!!!!! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Until babies are six months old, they can breathe and swallow at the same time. Indeed convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Offered a new pen to write with, 97% of all people will write their own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Male mosquitoes are vegetarians. Only females bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The average person's field of vision encompasses a 200-degree wide angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To find out if a watermelon is ripe, knock it, and if it sounds hollow Then it is ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Canadians can send letters with personalized postage stamps showing their own photos on each stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Babies' eyes do not produce tears until the baby is approximately six to eight weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It snowed in the Sahara Desert in February of 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Plants watered with warm water grow larger and more quickly than plants watered with cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Wearing headphones for just an hour will increase the bacteria in your ear&lt;br /&gt;by 700 times. (andami na pala bacteria ng ears ko.. waah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Grapes explode when you put them in the microwave. (try ko nga. lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Those stars and colours you see when you rub your eyes are called phosphenes. (oh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears Never&lt;br /&gt;stop growing. (talaga? hahahahaha! asteeg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Everyone's tongue print is different, like fingerprints. (nicee. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Contrary to popular belief, a swallowed chewing gum doesn't stay in the gut. It will pass through the system and be excreted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. At 40 Centigrade a person loses about 14. 4 calories per hour by Breathing. (nakakapayat pala tumambay sa labas dito.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. There is a hotel in Sweden built entirely out of ice; it is rebuilt Every year. (yamaN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Cats, camels and giraffes are the only animals in the world that walk&lt;br /&gt;Rightfoot, right foot, left foot, left foot, rather than right foot,left Foot... (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Onions help reduce cholesterol if eaten after a fatty meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of&lt;br /&gt;nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. In most watch advertisements the time displayed on the watch is 10:10 because then the arms frame the brand of the watch And make it look like it's smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The color blue can have a calming affect on people. (sabi nga nila.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Depending upon the shade, the brain may send up to 11 tranquilizing Chemicals to calm the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Leonardo DA Vinci could write with the one hand and draw with the other simultaneously. Now we know why his pictures were exquisite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Names of the three wise monkeys are: Mizaru (See no evil), Mikazaru(Hear no&lt;br /&gt;evil), and Mazaru (Speak no evil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The only 2 animals that can see behind itself without turning it's head are the rabbit and parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is uncopyrightable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Babies are born without knee caps. They don't appear until the child reaches 2-6 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The names of the continents all end with the same letter with which they start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Electricity doesn't move through a wire but through a field around the wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. All U.S. Presidents have worn glasses; some of them just didn't like to be seen wearing them in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, and purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Raw cashews are poisonous and must be roasted before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-6585170540051371368?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/6585170540051371368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=6585170540051371368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6585170540051371368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/6585170540051371368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-random-facts.html' title='some random facts :)'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-225830425577589347</id><published>2009-10-01T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:11:29.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>bakit tayo nagmamahal ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;why do we love ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we can have somebody to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who can be there pag gusto natin gumala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person na pwedeng manlibre satin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taong magbibitbit ng gamit mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALALAY&lt;/b&gt; for short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh pano kung di ka nya mahal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you still love him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you still continue to care for that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit naman hinde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you didn't love that person para magkaroon ng alalay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magkaroon ka ng instant meal dahil libre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taong gagawa ng assignments mo or projects,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or taong mahihila mo if you want to go out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that's what you think about love, well sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang &lt;b&gt;BABAW&lt;/b&gt; mo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving a person doesn't need to have a criteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na dapat maganda o guwapo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat mabait or understanding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi once you fall inlove you take the risk of accepting dat person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit maingay sya matulog, yung hilik ng hilik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit matakaw sya o sobrang fat na hindi kayo kasya pag puno ang jeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit sobrang moody nya na kulang nalang ay sapakin mo sa inis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung sobrang selosa/seloso na pati barkada pinagseselosan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yung napaka-arte, &lt;b&gt;OA&lt;/b&gt; kung baga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kahit ano pang things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would turn you off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hirap tlaga magmahal trying to be &lt;b&gt;PERFECT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kase gusto mong magtagal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi yun ang sagot sa lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ACCEPTING&lt;/b&gt; the real person fully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kase if you said na mahal mo sya you don't need to find answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit mo sya mahal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kase lahat ng tao nagbabago, but if you accept that person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magbago man sya in the middle of your relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ka masasaktan kase you know that darating din yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsaka tanggap mo sya ng buo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahirap gawin pero masarap subukan dahil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala ng sasaya pa if you let one person feel na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAHAL NA MAHAL MO SYA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; without asking anything in return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you can say, wow un pla ang &lt;b&gt;LOVE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-225830425577589347?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/225830425577589347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=225830425577589347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/225830425577589347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/225830425577589347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/10/bakit-tayo-nagmamahal.html' title='bakit tayo nagmamahal ?!'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-4659921494312591939</id><published>2009-09-30T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:12:52.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>kim bum arrived in philippines ;]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/SsOR6hQZ3eI/AAAAAAAAACs/VAGXza-1WM4/s1600-h/kimbum+%26+maja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/SsOR6hQZ3eI/AAAAAAAAACs/VAGXza-1WM4/s320/kimbum+%26+maja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387310013810859490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reported by &lt;strong&gt;ABS-CBN&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kim Bum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had already arrived in Manila, Philippines on 30th September for a CF filming. The CF filming is reportedly to be for RC Cola (Royal Crown Cola), where Kim Bum will work with one of the country's prime young actress, Maja Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition as said before, besides filming for the CF, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kim Bum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will also be doing some voluntary charity work, which will go towards helping needy orphans in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to point out, &lt;strong&gt;Kim Joon&lt;/strong&gt; is once again the odd one out among the Korean F4, as &lt;strong&gt;Lee Minho&lt;/strong&gt; endorses Pepsi, &lt;strong&gt;Kim Hyun Joong&lt;/strong&gt; does Dynamic Kin (Coca-Cola) while &lt;strong&gt;Kim Bum&lt;/strong&gt; will be doing RC Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Philippines still feeling the effects from Typhoon Ketsana a few days ago, Kim Bum's visit will bring some joy to his fans in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits :: http://minsunph.multiply.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/vws8hz.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-4659921494312591939?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/4659921494312591939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=4659921494312591939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/4659921494312591939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-862802948832662543</id><published>2009-09-30T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:16:58.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>`labo nyo men !</title><content type='html'>If u smile at 'em, they think pa-cute ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u don't naman, sasabihan kang suplada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u respond to his love agad, they think ur easy to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it took u years to decide, sobra kang pa-hard to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u go out with him alone, sasabihan kang liberated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may chaperon along, bad trip kasi madidisturb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u go out with another guy, tingin sa 'yo playgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Pag stick ka sa kanya, they'll proclaim ur dead na dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u ask him where he's been, sasabihan kang over-protective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Pag pinabayaan mo naman, they think ur fooling lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u let him kiss yah, they think ur cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u refuse naman, he'll go find another chick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS are just humans and may mistakes den,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we often wonder, ba't ANG LABO N'YO MEN ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-862802948832662543?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/862802948832662543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=862802948832662543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>faith w/ GOD :)</title><content type='html'>An Atheist Professor of Philosophy speaks to his Class on the Problem Science has with &lt;b&gt;GOD&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The ALMIGHTY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his New Christian Students to stand and . . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor&lt;/b&gt; : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: So you Believe in GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor&lt;/b&gt; : Is GOD Good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student &lt;/b&gt;: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student &lt;/b&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him. Most of us would attempt to Help Others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD Good then ? Hmm ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Student is silent )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: You can't answer, can you ? Let's start again, Young Fella. Is GOD Good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Is Satan good ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Where does Satan come from ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: From .. . . GOD . .. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor&lt;/b&gt; : That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this World ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make Everything. Correct ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: So who created evil ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Student does not answer )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Is there Sickness ? Immorality ? Hatred ? Ugliness ? All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor&lt;/b&gt; : So, who Created them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Student has no answer )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you. Tell me, son . . .. Have you ever Seen GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD ? Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Yet you still Believe in HIM ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Nothing. I only have my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Yes. Faith. And that is the Problem Science has..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Professor, is there such a thing as Heat ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: And is there such a thing as Cold ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Lecture Theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don't have anything called Cold.. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as Cold. Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. We cannot Measure Cold. Heat is Energy. Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( There is Pin - Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: What about Darkness, Professor ? Is there such a thing as Darkness ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the Absence of Something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light , Bright Light, Flashing Light . . . But if you have No Light Constantly, you have Nothing and it's called Darkness, isn't it ? In reality, Darkness isn't. If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: So what is the point you are making, Young Man ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is Flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: Flawed ? Can you explain how ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt; : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD. You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought. It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing.&lt;br /&gt;Death is Not the Opposite of Life : just the Absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you Teach your Students that they Evolved from a Monkey ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor&lt;/b&gt; : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Professor shakes his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument is going )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and cannot even prove that this Process is an On - Going Endeavor, are you not Teaching your Opinion, sir ? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Class is in Uproar )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Is there anyone in the Class who has ever Seen the Professor's Brain ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Class breaks out into Laughter )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: Is there anyone here who has ever Heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, Touched or Smelt it ? . . . No one appears to have done so. So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have No Brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( The Room is Silent. The Professor stares at the Student, his face unfathomable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professor &lt;/b&gt;: I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Student&lt;/b&gt;: That is it sir . . . the Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH. That is all that Keeps Things Moving &amp;amp; Alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-2960628286253005344?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/2960628286253005344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=2960628286253005344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2960628286253005344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/2960628286253005344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/09/faith-w-god.html' title='faith w/ GOD :)'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-7976842509817052490</id><published>2009-09-19T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:20:01.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>hello new blogskin ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello new blogskin !&lt;/span&gt; .. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;blogskin&lt;/span&gt; here, as you can see .. i got&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; bored&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;former blogskin&lt;/span&gt; that`s why i change it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"HAPPiNESS"&lt;/span&gt;.. yeah, maybe i`m really in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;good mood&lt;/span&gt; now .. haha Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i worked really&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; hard&lt;/span&gt; on this skin .. i change its background to somewhat animated &amp;amp; i also change my soundtrack here .. from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"crazier"&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;taylor swift&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"Mary`s Song"&lt;/span&gt; also by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;taylor&lt;/span&gt; .. i just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; that song, if you listen to it very well you`ll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;notice&lt;/span&gt; that its somewhat alike to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"love story" &lt;/span&gt;.. but the song is about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;childhood friends&lt;/span&gt; who fell&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; in love&lt;/span&gt; when they&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; grow up&lt;/span&gt; .. i really&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;idolized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;taylor swif&lt;/span&gt;t because she really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; writes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;wonderful songs&lt;/span&gt; that are related to our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;daily lives&lt;/span&gt; .. unlike other singers who had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;composers&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that write songs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;for them&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; enw, i hope you like my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;new blogskin .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; that`s all for now, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tata ~!&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/4398772522827237468-7976842509817052490?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7976842509817052490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=7976842509817052490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7976842509817052490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7976842509817052490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-new-blogskin.html' title='hello new blogskin ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3652834795548023347</id><published>2009-09-17T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:20:49.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>my own version of love ~ ♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>When a man and a woman have feelings for each other, it does not necessarily need to have a formal relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend. While both of you are still busy with your personal life it’s possible that you could make each other as an inspiration. No commitment, just a romantic bond. Isnt it much sweeter and nicer when you both accomplish everything that you want in life? and yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still end up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good NOT being committed into relationship.&lt;br /&gt;No crying moments,&lt;br /&gt;No mind bugging quarrels,&lt;br /&gt;No partner to think about.&lt;br /&gt;But it feels BETTER when you have SOMEONE taking care of you,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY, SWEETLY, FAITHFULLY and SECURELY loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that go searching for love, only manifest their own loveless ness.&lt;br /&gt;And the loveless never find love,&lt;br /&gt;Only the loving find love, And they never have to seek for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of sparks, the one that goes off with a hitch like a match, but it burns quickly.&lt;br /&gt;The other is the kind that needs time, but when the flame strikes.&lt;br /&gt;It’s eternal, don’t forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and there’s no words could say how much I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment,&lt;br /&gt;It will not be created for years or even generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of love… is largely the art of persistence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a thing, well, its kind of like quicksand:&lt;br /&gt;The more you are in it, the deeper you sink.&lt;br /&gt;And when it hits you, you've just got to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,&lt;br /&gt;A song is no song 'til you sing it,&lt;br /&gt;And love in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't put there to stay&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't love&lt;br /&gt;'Til you give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.&lt;br /&gt;For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the trials and tribulations of adolescence can be attributed to teenage love.&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly insignificant,&lt;br /&gt;teenage love can in fact mark the beginning of great,&lt;br /&gt;mature,&lt;br /&gt;and everlasting love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3652834795548023347?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3652834795548023347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3652834795548023347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3652834795548023347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3652834795548023347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-own-version-of-love.html' title='my own version of love ~ ♥♥♥'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-7723606968079556645</id><published>2009-08-24T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:23:35.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>moon :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/472/472914elmz3x66cg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/472/472914elmz3x66cg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi guys :) i`m feeling really &lt;a href="http:///" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/21j5g88.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. because our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teachers&lt;/span&gt; already told us about our so-called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grades&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;s&gt;almost&lt;/s&gt; all of them said that only a half in our class &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;passed&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! wth ! i can`t help but get nervous because i really want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt; :(( who doesnt want?? i mean, that`s the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;least thing &lt;/span&gt;i can do for my &lt;u&gt;parents&lt;/u&gt; to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; of me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`m really not in the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mood&lt;/span&gt; now, because of what happened in &lt;u&gt;school&lt;/u&gt; .. what a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;freakin day&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! how i &lt;s&gt;wish&lt;/s&gt; i passed all of my subjects ! &lt;strong&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i was walking my way home when my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt; suddenly focused on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sky&lt;/span&gt;. i saw the &lt;strong&gt;moon&lt;/strong&gt; , &amp;amp; its s0o beautiful ! &lt;u&gt;"what a beautiful sight"&lt;/u&gt;, i thought to myself :]. that`s why i still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;went home&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;s&gt;face&lt;/s&gt; :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-7723606968079556645?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7723606968079556645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=7723606968079556645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7723606968079556645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7723606968079556645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/08/mon.html' title='moon :))'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/21j5g88_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-8107543647628242303</id><published>2009-08-20T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:25:34.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>friend of mine :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;u&gt;jhoi is feeling&lt;/u&gt; - &lt;a href="http:///" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/2rgiaeq.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;`its becoz yesterday&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aljur Abrenica &amp;amp; Kris Bernal &lt;/span&gt;of "all my life" visited our school ! yea. you heard it right ! i`m soo amused becoz i`ve got the chance to see them . actually, i dont know their purpose of going to our school but im really &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; to see them ! aljur is soo cute &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot!&lt;/span&gt;. he has a big body, &amp;amp; he`s soo handsome ! kris bernal is soo beautiful ! i really like her coz she seems so kind .. she always &lt;i&gt;smile&lt;/i&gt; to us everytime we wave to her ! her skin is so white &amp;amp; smooth .. though she`s just small for her height .. i really liked the part when they sung together the ost of their teleserye, it`s title is "friend of mine" .. i really love that song .. everytime i hear that, i feel so sad .. idk why .. maybe i can relate to that song .. hmm :(. anyway, here`s the lyrics ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div   style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've known you for so long&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;But is this all we'd ever be?&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you ever since&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;But babe, is this all we ever could be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me things I've never known&lt;br /&gt;I've shown you love you've never shown&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm always at your side&lt;br /&gt;You tell me 'bout the love you've had&lt;br /&gt;I listen very eagerly&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel sad&lt;br /&gt;But then again I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known you all my life&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;I know this is how it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you then and I love you still&lt;br /&gt;You're a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know friends are all we ever could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me things I've never known&lt;br /&gt;I've shown you love you've never shown&lt;br /&gt;But then again, when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm always at your side&lt;br /&gt;You tell me 'bout the love you've had&lt;br /&gt;and I listen very eagerly&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of emptiness&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again&lt;br /&gt;Then again&lt;br /&gt;Then again I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. i really can relate to that ! hmm, maybe you dont mind if i tell you something about my so called &lt;s&gt;"lovelife"&lt;/s&gt; :(. well, i knew this guy, actually, he`s my &lt;i&gt;bestfriend&lt;/i&gt;. but he doesnt know that i have a feeling for him .. everytime he is sad and he needs someone, im always there for him . i witnessed every moment that has happened to him. and i think i know him better than anyone else. but the sad part is, were just &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;, nothing more, nothing less .. &lt;s&gt;just that&lt;/s&gt; :((. i tried to forget him and that &lt;u&gt;stupid feeling&lt;/u&gt; i feel for him but, it just keeps me from falling harder .. that`s why until now, i just keep my feelings .. coz i dont want him to know that. maybe he`ll get mad at me &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;despise&lt;/i&gt; me if he know the truth .. i`m afraid to &lt;u&gt;lose&lt;/u&gt; him .. maybe i`ll just hide and bear the &lt;s&gt;pain&lt;/s&gt; forever, knowing that he dont feel the same way for me :[ .. amp ! enough of that .. i dont want to burst into tears right now .. i just want him to be &lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt;, even if it cost me soo much &lt;i&gt;pain&lt;/i&gt; seeing him with somebody else ..:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- sometimes i wish i can go back to the time where my mom is my only bestfriend .. &amp;amp; my dad is the only man in my life .. and all i need is a &lt;s&gt;lollipop&lt;/s&gt; to stop me from crying .. :((&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥ jhoi .&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/4398772522827237468-8107543647628242303?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8107543647628242303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=8107543647628242303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8107543647628242303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8107543647628242303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='friend of mine :('/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/2rgiaeq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-7134707005490346896</id><published>2009-08-16T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:27:05.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>kawaii burger .. :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/357h6v4.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- just wanna blog about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;periodical exam&lt;/span&gt; .. the tests are so hard .. i hope i can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pass&lt;/span&gt; all of my subjects &lt;strong&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;/strong&gt; .. ok, that`s all for now, off to eat my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hamburger&lt;/span&gt; :)). mmm ~ &lt;u&gt;(*drools*)&lt;/u&gt; lolz :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-7134707005490346896?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/7134707005490346896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=7134707005490346896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7134707005490346896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/7134707005490346896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/08/image-and-video-hosting-by-tinypic.html' title='kawaii burger .. :]'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/357h6v4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-261472944441113090</id><published>2009-08-15T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:25:01.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>ang sweet .. Ü</title><content type='html'>-- hmm .. 2 days nlahn at &lt;b&gt;periodical test&lt;/b&gt; na namen . im so &lt;u&gt;pressured&lt;/u&gt; ksi goal ko tlagang maipasa lahat ng subjects ko . eto ako ngayon, &lt;s&gt;nag-rereview&lt;/s&gt; ng todo'todo ! haha .. actually, im not just aiming to pass my tests, i want to be the &lt;b&gt;highest scorer&lt;/b&gt;! haha .. that`s the spirit ! Ü .. ahhm, cguro i will be more &lt;b&gt;busy&lt;/b&gt; with my studies these days ksi i want to &lt;s&gt;cope up&lt;/s&gt; with all my subjects .. di naman sa napag-iiwanan na ko pero i want to focus on my &lt;strong&gt;studies&lt;/strong&gt; first .. di ko muna ma-uupdate `tong blogs ko ksi super dami rin ng &lt;u&gt;school projects &amp;amp; paperworks !&lt;/u&gt; :( .. pero promise, babawi ako .. after my periodical test i will immediately update here :)) .. &lt;strong&gt;promise!&lt;/strong&gt; .. enw, i got this &lt;b&gt;message&lt;/b&gt; from my friend &lt;u&gt;claudine&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; i really think its cute ! haha .. well , eto xia oh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;girl : 10 yrs from now, mgkaibigan prin kya tau ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy : mm .. 10 yrs ? malay mo .. mgka'apelyido na taio .. Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;→ ang sweet .. :))&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ jhoii .. Ü&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-261472944441113090?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/261472944441113090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=261472944441113090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/261472944441113090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/261472944441113090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/08/ang-sweet-u.html' title='ang sweet .. Ü'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3890043152731271139</id><published>2009-08-12T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T05:08:09.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/SoLL28NRwYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BAJ5CGvzQ3o/s1600-h/spansbab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/SoLL28NRwYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BAJ5CGvzQ3o/s200/spansbab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369077850514243970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patay na si spongebob !! haha .. grabe ! kakatawa aman `tong picture na toh ! "who lives in a pineapple under the sea ?? SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS !!" .. nyahaha Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- credits to greenpinoy for this .. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3890043152731271139?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3890043152731271139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3890043152731271139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3890043152731271139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3890043152731271139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/08/patay-na-si-spongebob-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sfa3rN3iT8Y/SoLL28NRwYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BAJ5CGvzQ3o/s72-c/spansbab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3698699247115202065</id><published>2009-08-09T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T03:52:48.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>lakas trip ! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;    grabe kami nung friday ! uwian na kc nun , as usual sabay-sabay kming umuwi nila claudine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;olga &amp;amp; dianne.. hinitay nmen ci kim sa tapat ng chowking, hbang andun kmi tinitignan nmen ung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mga kumakain dun sa loob .. tpos umaarte kmi na prang&lt;br /&gt;natatakam ! haha .. lakas trip nmen ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mukha kming tanga dun sa labas ! tawanan kmi ng tawanan !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   tpos mei nkita kming poging guy sa loob ! grabe ! ampogi nea tlaga ! pramiz ! tili kmi ng tili dun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sa lbas hbang tinitignan nmen ung guy .. anlandi nmen !&lt;br /&gt;haha .. di nmen alam tinitignan din pla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kmi ng guy .. tpos nung npatingin acu skanya,&lt;br /&gt;ngumiti xia sken .. di lang basta ngiti, KiLLER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SMiLE ! OHA !! .. napangiti acu nun&lt;br /&gt;tpos sinabi ko kila claudz .. ee si olga medyo makapal ung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mukha (sorry for the term ! haha .. peace !) kinatok niya yung salamin kung saan nakapuwesto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sila kuya pati yung pogi .. imagine niyo yun? haha .. kakaloka ! tpos niyaya kami ni kuya na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pumasok sa loob nung chowking, iniinggit niya pa nga kami ee .. kami naman kinikilig sa labas .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;   anyways, edi yun nga , kinausap ni olga ung si kuya pogi .. pero nasa labas pa rin kami ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;chowking nun .. ibig-sabihin salamin yung pagitan namin nila kuya .. naiimagine niyo ba yun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pero in fairness nagkakarinigan kami .. haha .. tapos ayun na ! hiningi ni olga yung name ni kuya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pogi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ALDRIN name nia ! cute noh? hehe .. tpos college na pala si kuya aldrin. sa UMAK sya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nag-aaral .. BNAHS graduate din siya .. pareho kami ng alma mater !! haha .. tpos 16 yrs old na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;siya .. dami nming nalaman na information noh? partida na yan nasa labas kami ng chowking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;habang sila kuya nasa loob, mei salamin pa na pagitan ! nyahaha .. eto pa, nalaman din namin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;number niay !! you heard it right, OO NUMBER niya !! smart sya! haha .. tpos nun tinuro niya si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;claudine at tinanong yung number .. then umuwi na kami .. di na namin hinintay na lumabas sila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kuya aldrin dun sa chowking .. hehe ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; so ayun, katxtmate siya ngaun nila olga at claudine .. di ko pa nahihingi no. nia ee .. pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;kukunin ko yun kila claudine kahit anong mangyari !! haha .. tlagang desidido ee noh? lolz .. basta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nakakaloka tlaga yung gabing yun .. nung pauwi na nga kami bukambibig namin si kuya aldrin ee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; ampogi niya kasi talaga .. PRAMIS !! haha .. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - kea naman umuwi kaming lahat ng may ngiti sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;labi .. waa ! anlalim dude ! lolz ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3698699247115202065?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3698699247115202065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3698699247115202065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3698699247115202065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3698699247115202065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/08/lakas-trip.html' title='lakas trip ! :)'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-553789168246258227</id><published>2009-07-22T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T03:51:41.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>codes :]</title><content type='html'>[codes for links]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The codes:(please remove the asterisk/(*) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;*a href="&lt;a href="http://themesoverload.multiply.com/"&gt;http://themesoverload.multiply.com/"&lt;/a&gt; target="_self" style="font-size:(size of the link)px!important;color:#(color code of the number you want)!important;font-family:(type in the font family or just put the fornt here);text-decoration:(examples of decorations are:underlined,overlined,blink or line through)!important;"&gt;*(type the text what you want the link to be here)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;*a href="&lt;a href="http://themesoverload.multiply.com/"&gt;http://themesoverload.multiply.com/"&lt;/a&gt; target="_self" style="font-size:16px!important;color:#FF9966!important;font-family:Comic Sans MS;text-decoration:blink!important"*&gt;Click here to view the group.&lt;*/a*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results of my examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://themesoverload.multiply.com/" target="_self" style="font-size: 16px ! important; color: rgb(255, 153, 102) ! important; font-family: Comic Sans MS; text-decoration: blink ! important;"&gt;Click here to view the group.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- tnx to &lt;a href="http://leimariesparklyfairy.multiply.com/"&gt;leimariesparklyfairy&lt;/a&gt; of themesoverload.com .. credits to her :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x~x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[codes for marquee]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="koochey" is_pmrepliable="1" author_possessive="koochey's"&gt;&lt;b&gt;!Make sure you remove the asterisk (*). i only put it there so that you will see it as a code&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;*marquee&gt;YOUR TEXT HERE&lt;*/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;YOUR TEXT HERE&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2..&lt;*marquee direction="up" behavior="alternate"&gt; Your Text or Image Here &lt;*/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results will be like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction="up" behavior="alternate"&gt; Your Text or Image Here &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information from:&lt;br /&gt;MICHAELUTHEMES&lt;br /&gt;-- tnx :]&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/4398772522827237468-553789168246258227?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/553789168246258227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=553789168246258227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/553789168246258227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/553789168246258227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/07/codes.html' title='codes :]'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3184140920052515221</id><published>2009-07-20T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T03:41:16.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>written by a guy ..</title><content type='html'>WRITTEN BY A GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood I’m in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pay for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t "feel bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You have friends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn't like it ether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don’t wait for him to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditch his sorry ASS, he's a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys repost this if you agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cuddling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*loving each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys: When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12 am tonight your one true love will realize how much they want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost as: WRITTEN BY A GUY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys post as: GIRLS NEED TO REALIZE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-3184140920052515221?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/3184140920052515221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=3184140920052515221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3184140920052515221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/3184140920052515221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/07/written-by-guy.html' title='written by a guy ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-8356549081788363682</id><published>2009-07-19T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T03:36:21.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>10 people ..</title><content type='html'>Name 10 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 10 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No CHEATING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. emz&lt;br /&gt;2. rhaxell&lt;br /&gt;3. camille&lt;br /&gt;4. claudine&lt;br /&gt;5. ina&lt;br /&gt;6. krista&lt;br /&gt;7. arriane&lt;br /&gt;8. kenneth&lt;br /&gt;9. jovanni&lt;br /&gt;10. lyra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON T LOOK AHEAD UNLESS YOU&lt;br /&gt;FILLED UP THE TOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how did you meet no. 4?&lt;br /&gt;- I met Claudine at our school `coz werel classmates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have a crush on anyone up there?&lt;br /&gt;- dati haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if you hadn't met number 1?&lt;br /&gt;- then I would not have found my best friend .. labshu emz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What would you do if 6 and 2 were going out?&lt;br /&gt;- haha. of course I will be shock .. but its really funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How did you meet number 8?&lt;br /&gt;- at school , seatmate cu yan ee .. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is # 2 one of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah yeah yeah :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Whose number 9's best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- ci bespren cu rin .. Kenneth Roger T. Taan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever dated number 1?&lt;br /&gt;- OMG, she's a girl XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what do u think of number 6?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm., baet yan .. SUPER! kea lng preho kaming sabog ! lolz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.what do you think of number 7?&lt;br /&gt;- mabaet yan at friendly .. I really like her  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. who does number 3 like?&lt;br /&gt;- she’s the girl I look up most to . she’s not plastic or backstabber like what others are . she’s always just being herself , jolly and understanding . iLy camz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever been inside number 8's house?&lt;br /&gt;- haha .. dati dapat pupunta kami sa hauz nila .. kasu naligaw acu ee , dun dapat acu kakatok sa bahay ng iba .. lolz .. kakahiya yun !! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you love number 1?&lt;br /&gt;- opp course .. i lovelovelove her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever been in the same bed as any of the numbers?&lt;br /&gt;- as far as I can remember , nope ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What can you say about no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;- sobrang patawa yang ci ina .. clown ng tropa nmen yan ee .. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you think of number 10?&lt;br /&gt;- bespren cu yan mula 1st yiir .. SOLID kmi !! hehe ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you trust these people?&lt;br /&gt;- syempre aman .. di na tinatanung yan! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4398772522827237468-8356549081788363682?l=bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/feeds/8356549081788363682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4398772522827237468&amp;postID=8356549081788363682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8356549081788363682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4398772522827237468/posts/default/8356549081788363682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-sweetinnocence.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-people.html' title='10 people ..'/><author><name>jhoi :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16023240592385606873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWxKGnlL3zY/TV1FSA8RnMI/AAAAAAAAAJk/fUZ4dIuZyTM/s220/tumblr_lgnpcmuFLc1qajjdco1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4398772522827237468.post-3217408881380100684</id><published>2009-07-19T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T03:31:02.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touching story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>sad story :((</title><content type='html'>As I sat there in English class,&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the girl next to me.She was&lt;br /&gt;my so-called 'best friend'. I&lt;br /&gt;stared at her long, silky hair. I&lt;br /&gt;wished she were mine, but she didn't&lt;br /&gt;notice me like that.And I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;After class she walked up to me and&lt;br /&gt;asked me for the notes she had missed&lt;br /&gt;the day before, and I handed them to&lt;br /&gt;her.She said 'thanks' and gave me a&lt;br /&gt;kiss on the cheek. I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;tell her. I wanted her to know that I&lt;br /&gt;don't want to be just friends. I&lt;br /&gt;love her, but I'm just too shy. And I&lt;br /&gt;don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11TH GRADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang. It was her on the&lt;br /&gt;other end. She was in tears, mumbling&lt;br /&gt;on and on about how her love had&lt;br /&gt;broke her heart.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to come over because she&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to be alone, so I&lt;br /&gt;did. As I sat next to her on the sofa,&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her soft eyes,&lt;br /&gt;wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a&lt;br /&gt;Drew Barrymore movie,and three bags of&lt;br /&gt;chips, she decided to go to sleep. She&lt;br /&gt;looked at me,said 'thanks,' and gave&lt;br /&gt;me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell&lt;br /&gt;her. I want her to know that I don't&lt;br /&gt;want to be just friends. I love her,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm just too shy.And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;
