<?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-508763135106164954</id><updated>2012-01-24T21:57:36.008+08:00</updated><category term='durian'/><category term='fungi'/><category term='sad'/><category term='chocolates'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='gemini'/><category term='music meme'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='botany 3'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='easter'/><category term='divine intervention'/><category term='Lord'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='four'/><category term='summer'/><category term='bananas'/><category term='perfect'/><category term='with'/><category term='villarica'/><category term='let it be'/><category term='duterte nograles davao'/><category term='sugars'/><category term='toad'/><category term='tears'/><category term='sun'/><category term='ewan'/><category term='middle middle'/><category term='countdown'/><category term='lyle'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='maragusan'/><category term='tough shit'/><category term='diabetes'/><category term='romance'/><category term='going away'/><category term='tagum'/><category term='krispy kreme'/><category term='books away'/><category term='second'/><category term='lss'/><category term='rants'/><category term='alone'/><category term='school'/><category term='steep'/><category term='depression'/><category term='labels'/><category term='semester'/><category term='problems'/><category term='sweets'/><category term='book review'/><category term='up'/><category term='elements of style'/><category term='iska'/><category term='lyle malubay'/><category term='love'/><category term='7 things'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='february'/><category term='palmer&apos;s'/><category term='botany'/><category term='moon'/><category term='samal island'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='organizing'/><category term='malubay'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='mantra'/><category term='hale'/><category term='lovelife'/><category term='biology'/><category term='survey'/><category term='dg'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='floral dresses'/><category term='ah5'/><category term='UP survey'/><category term='poems'/><category term='friends'/><category term='exam'/><category term='people&apos;s park'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='the pink panther 2'/><category term='ate gagay'/><category term='tagum city'/><category term='devon aoki'/><category term='roofdeck'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='daphne loves derby'/><category term='tags'/><category term='biodiversity'/><category term='wednesmay'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='fieldtrip'/><category term='tagging'/><category term='health'/><category term='miley cyrus'/><category term='questions'/><title type='text'>Dreams and Heartaches</title><subtitle type='html'>how do you keep them balanced?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-6878048605222015046</id><published>2012-01-04T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:19:33.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL SO ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. I need to stop being so needy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-6878048605222015046?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6878048605222015046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=6878048605222015046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6878048605222015046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6878048605222015046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-so-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-1819718710913356108</id><published>2011-10-05T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:42:04.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saw this somewhere &amp;&amp; i just had to repost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;ANG MGA BABAE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moody: Inborn na sa mga babae to. Kung badtrip kami, wag&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;niyo nang sasabayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pag sinabi naming nagtatampo kami, lambing lang katapat: Yung salitang tampo way lang namin yun para sabihing lambingin niyo kami. Konting I love you niyo lang, okay na kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gusto namin yung palagi kaming kino-compliment: Pag may bago sa itsura namin, gusto naming mapansin niyo. Kasi nakakataas ng self-confidence namin yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pag napansin niyong naging sersyoso yung mga text namin, may mali: Kapag ganun, may nagawa kayong di namin nagustuhan. Kaya be alert. Kapag sinabe naming wala, meron talaga. Nahihiya lang kami. Kaya pilitin niyo kaming sabihin sa inyo. At pagtapos naming masabi, konting lambing lang. Back to normal na ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Selosa kami: Kaya iwasan niyong makipag harutan sa ibang girls. Lalo na sa harapan namin. Pero may ibang babae na tahimik lang kung mag-selos. Inoobserabahan lang kayo. Pero kapag napuno, simula na ng away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kaming mga babae, normal lang ang ma-attract sa mga gwapo: Hanggang tingin lang kami. Kasi hindi naman na namin makikita ulit. Ma-attract man kami sa 1M lalaki, ang puso namin ay para lang sa tunay naming mahal. Ganun din naman kayong mga lalaki. Kapag nakakita ng maganda at sexy. Magaling lang kayong magtago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kaming mga babae, pinagmamalaki namin yung mga mahal namin ng hindi nila nalalaman: Katulad nalang sa mga GM (Group Message), Facebook at TUMBLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ayaw namin sa mga manliligaw na nagmamadali: Yung tipo ng mga lalaking laging nagtatanong kung kailan ba namin sila sasagutin. Naiirita kami. Kaya dapat maging matiyaga kayo kasi dun namin nalalaman kung sino talaga kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kapag malungkot o tahimik kami, gusto namin ng yakap galing sa inyo: Kasi iba yung pakiramdam kapag hawak niyo na kami. Gumagaan yung pakiramdam namin. :"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Gustong gusto namin yung mga lalaking malaki ang respeto samin: Yung tipong pag ayaw namin magpa-kiss, hindi niyo gagawin. Instead, lalambingin ka na lang sa ibang paraan. Ang pinaka gusto naming kiss, kiss on the forehead. It symbolizes, respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ang nagpapa-turn on samin ay yung lalaking protective: Yung kapag kasama namin kayo, feeling namin safe na safe kami. Walang mangyayaring masama at hindi kami ilalagay sa panganib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ayaw namin sa lalaking hanggang text lang: Kung mahal niyo talaga kami, patunayan niyo sa personal. Wag yung sa text lang kayo magaling. Magpaka-lalaki kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Sobra kaming natutuwa sa mga lalaking ma-effort: Yung kahit walang special day, feel mo eh special ang araw araw niyo. Kasi sobrang nakakatuwa kapag ang lalaki laging nagpuput in ng effort. Feeling naming babae eh, isa kaming prinsesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ang pangarap naming mga babae yung ipapakilala kami ng mga lalaki sa kanilang mga barkada at lalo na sakanilang pamilya: Feeling namin kami na yung pinaka maswerteng babae sa mundo. Kasi iilan lang ang lalaking naglalakas loob ipakilala kami sa parents at barkada nila. Yung iba kasi nahihiya. At feeling din nmin angkin na angkin na namin ang isang lalaki dahil nakilala na namin ang mga taong bumubuo sa buhay niya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Magaling kaming mag-pretend: Kapag nasasaktan kami, nagpapaka-manhind kami. Kapag may nakitang di maganda, nagbubulagbulagan kami. Kapag may narinig na mali, nagbibingibingihan kami. Pero kapag mag-isa nalang kami, dun kami naglalabas ng sakit. Dun kami umiiyak. Kaya ang pangarap naming lalaki is yung sensitive enough sa mga nararamdaman namin. Yung kayang magtanong hanggang sa umamin kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-1819718710913356108?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1819718710913356108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=1819718710913356108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1819718710913356108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1819718710913356108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2011/10/saw-this-somewhere-i-just-had-to-repost.html' title='saw this somewhere &amp;&amp; i just had to repost'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-6596199564297711529</id><published>2011-09-16T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:52:16.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>My heart skips a beat every time we meet. It has been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory, but you're back and I am fine, because you're with me and I am in love with you. And I can't find the words to make it sound unique, but honestly, you make me strong. I can't believe I've found someone this kind. I hope we carry on because you're so nice and I'm in love. With you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-6596199564297711529?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6596199564297711529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=6596199564297711529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6596199564297711529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6596199564297711529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-1184017168857318385</id><published>2010-11-09T14:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:57:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there, do you need to be a University of the Philippines student/alumna/teacher for you to get accepted on RareJob? Can't other schools apply?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;THIS IS FOR EVERYONE HAVING THE SAME QUERY:&lt;br /&gt;yes, you need to. it is a requirement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/misslylee?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;ask me anything! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-1184017168857318385?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1184017168857318385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=1184017168857318385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1184017168857318385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1184017168857318385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/11/hello-there-do-you-need-to-be.html' title='Hello there, do you need to be a University of the Philippines student/alumna/teacher for you to get accepted on RareJob? Can&amp;#39;t other schools apply?'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-3411939687274824640</id><published>2010-10-19T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:43:23.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how many days do i have to wait for an interview?..because i alredy registered about a week ago. I just badly needed a part time, I hope that this question of mine will be answered soon. Thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;it depends on the interviewers. they get many applications everyday so it takes a bit of time to run through every profile. you can try to email them though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/misslylee?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;ask me anything! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-3411939687274824640?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3411939687274824640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=3411939687274824640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3411939687274824640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3411939687274824640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-many-days-do-i-have-to-wait-for.html' title='how many days do i have to wait for an interview?..because i alredy registered about a week ago. I just badly needed a part time, I hope that this question of mine will be answered soon. Thanks.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-5783570296263191185</id><published>2010-08-16T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:09:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I'm in love, every new day is better and brighter than yesterday. The people around me all seem to be happy. It's like the whole world is in love. The weather seems so fine and no matter where I go, I could smell chocolates and flowers and it makes me all giddy and fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't always like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in love, I get sad so easily. I become paranoid, irrational, and insecure. My world would revolve around that person and I would forget about who I was back then. I become someone else. So, even if it seems silly, I guess I'm not really good at falling in love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-5783570296263191185?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5783570296263191185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=5783570296263191185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5783570296263191185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5783570296263191185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-im-in-love-every-new-day-is-better.html' title=''/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2985833225605712046</id><published>2010-07-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:45:22.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/234/5/d/sad_Feeling_by_Auu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" rw="true" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/234/5/d/sad_Feeling_by_Auu.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and I still don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2985833225605712046?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2985833225605712046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2985833225605712046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2985833225605712046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2985833225605712046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-i-still-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2197312003232380419</id><published>2010-07-11T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:12:45.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i? or not? what?!</title><content type='html'>This is CONFUSION at best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2197312003232380419?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2197312003232380419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2197312003232380419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2197312003232380419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2197312003232380419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/07/should-i-or-not-what.html' title='should i? or not? what?!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-504672082063252207</id><published>2010-04-26T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:17:37.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self</title><content type='html'>never EVER stalk&amp;nbsp;'em again!&lt;br /&gt;you'll be happier that way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-504672082063252207?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/504672082063252207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=504672082063252207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/504672082063252207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/504672082063252207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/note-to-self.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4234769000920482584</id><published>2010-04-25T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:29:13.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is such a thing as...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/S9QZOIMrtXI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Sqh74Ww48Pw/s1600/intellectual.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/S9QZOIMrtXI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Sqh74Ww48Pw/s320/intellectual.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NYAHAHAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-4234769000920482584?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4234769000920482584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4234769000920482584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4234769000920482584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4234769000920482584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-is-such-thing-as.html' title='there is such a thing as...'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/S9QZOIMrtXI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Sqh74Ww48Pw/s72-c/intellectual.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-307258693867021721</id><published>2010-04-17T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:47:00.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy!</title><content type='html'>It has been an amazing day for me. Our 5-day training for our summer internship at the Department of Health has just ended, and next week we'll be in full blast as peer educators for the youth of Davao City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6,000 youth respondents. BRING IT ON! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-307258693867021721?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/307258693867021721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=307258693867021721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/307258693867021721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/307258693867021721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/busy.html' title='busy!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-699245045026196048</id><published>2010-04-13T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:32:34.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh La La</title><content type='html'>Finally! I have something to get busy with this summerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 47 days, I will be an anti-HIV/AIDS advocate for the Department of Health.&amp;nbsp; For the duration of the internship (oh yes, I am an *coughs* intern), we are going to promote the prevention and control of HIV and AIDS as well as STIs or Sexually Transmitted Infections (or otherwise known as STD, I guess). Our trainers told us there are going to be field exposures, media(!) exposures, and a whole lot of activities. Not bad as an exposure for a Biology student and future med school  student like me. And oh, the "benefits". HA HA. Now this is what I call, "productive summer". Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting myself busy this summer is also one way of thinking of stuff other than minding the 700-mile distance from...hahaha. Five more weeks. I guess it's easier to swallow this time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a part of my advocacy, I remind all those who pass by my blog and read this post to, by all means, &lt;b&gt;be aware of HIV, AIDS and STIs&lt;/b&gt;. Numerous articles can be found on the Internet, and it's really easy to Google them. Prevent yourself from getting the virus by using the right methods and by practicing fidelity. Always remember, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-699245045026196048?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/699245045026196048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=699245045026196048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/699245045026196048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/699245045026196048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/04/oooh-la-la.html' title='Oooh La La'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2730161846568647070</id><published>2010-03-31T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T06:36:09.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drying the tears that never came out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is far too much.&amp;nbsp;i've had enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2730161846568647070?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2730161846568647070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2730161846568647070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2730161846568647070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2730161846568647070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/03/drying-tears-that-never-came-out.html' title='drying the tears that never came out.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-703460937029593906</id><published>2010-02-23T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:01:23.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face and Health</title><content type='html'>I found a very good article on health. Your facial features might have something to do with your health conditions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/experts/drmao/24009/what-your-face-reveals-about-your-health/"&gt;http://health.yahoo.com/experts/drmao/24009/what-your-face-reveals-about-your-health/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I constantly have a pimple on my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just read on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-703460937029593906?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/703460937029593906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=703460937029593906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/703460937029593906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/703460937029593906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/02/face-and-health.html' title='Face and Health'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-1844334648393120505</id><published>2010-01-14T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:00:55.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love can be so boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Once you must fall in love with your best friend, ruining your friendship forever. This will teach you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Once you must fall in love with someone you believe to be perfect. You will learn that no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as any less than you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And once you must fall in love with someone that is exactly like you. This will teach you about who you are, and who you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And when you're through with all that, you learn that the people who care about you the most are the ones that you hurt, and the ones that hurt you are the ones that you needed the most. But most of all, you learn that love is only a concept and is not something that can be defined, it is different to each person that experiences it. And you will learn to respect each and every person on this earth, knowing that everyone only wants to be loved.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naranasan ko na palang ma-fall in love three times na kagaya ng nakasulat diyan.&lt;br /&gt;At sa lahat ng napagdaanan ko, masa-sum up ko lang pala in 5 words ang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;ending&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod.&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatamad.&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na. Muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Nabasa ko ito somewhere at nakalimutan ko kung anong url, basta blog yun, kaya salamat sa pag-post nito. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-1844334648393120505?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1844334648393120505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=1844334648393120505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1844334648393120505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1844334648393120505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-can-be-so-boring.html' title='Love can be so boring.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-8626089754625666148</id><published>2010-01-14T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:12:14.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;anything? really? why do you look pretty? haha :))&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;i got it from my mama&lt;br /&gt;i got it from my mama&lt;br /&gt;i got it got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/misslylee"&gt;ask me anything! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-8626089754625666148?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8626089754625666148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=8626089754625666148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8626089754625666148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8626089754625666148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_14.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-8988159774568830633</id><published>2010-01-10T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:11:07.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;No one should ever ask themselves that: "Why am I unhappy?" The question carries within it the virus that will destroy everything. If we ask that question, it means we want to know what makes us happy. If what makes us happy is different from what we have now; then we must either change once and for all or stay as we are, feeling even more unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; choice, dear, no matter how difficult life could be. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-8988159774568830633?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8988159774568830633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=8988159774568830633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8988159774568830633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8988159774568830633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-ones-for-you.html' title='This One&apos;s For You'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-497815373775402309</id><published>2010-01-09T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:27:51.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;relationships like? boyfriend? M.U.? are you? :)&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;hmm...bakit? liligawan mo ako? haha i think i know you dude. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/misslylee"&gt;ask me anything! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-497815373775402309?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/497815373775402309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=497815373775402309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/497815373775402309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/497815373775402309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_3173.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-154835972509856440</id><published>2010-01-09T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:26:58.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;do you have a boyfriend now?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;why? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/misslylee"&gt;ask me anything! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-154835972509856440?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/154835972509856440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=154835972509856440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/154835972509856440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/154835972509856440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_09.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4941308501678924998</id><published>2010-01-08T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:00:26.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Thrills! :D</title><content type='html'>At this moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beef and Mushroom Pasta&lt;/b&gt; + Bread Pan! + &lt;b&gt;All-American Rejects&lt;/b&gt; playing in the background&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PURE BLISS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/508763135106164954-4941308501678924998?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4941308501678924998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4941308501678924998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4941308501678924998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4941308501678924998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/cheap-thrills-d.html' title='Cheap Thrills! :D'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-3364087868775416831</id><published>2010-01-07T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:55:37.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Hi Lyle! himo nag tumblr!&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;sayang akong Blogspot. hehe i dunno. undecided. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/misslylee"&gt;ask me anything! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-3364087868775416831?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3364087868775416831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=3364087868775416831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3364087868775416831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3364087868775416831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2084566986354366630</id><published>2010-01-02T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:45:24.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy Deschanel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inquisitr.com/wp-content/zooey-deschanel-katy-perryzooey-deschanel-and-katy-perry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.inquisitr.com/wp-content/zooey-deschanel-katy-perryzooey-deschanel-and-katy-perry.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA! and I thought I was the only one who noticed it. :))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2084566986354366630?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2084566986354366630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2084566986354366630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2084566986354366630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2084566986354366630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/katy-deschanel.html' title='Katy Deschanel!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-3787679027209396936</id><published>2010-01-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:03:58.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I'm confused. &lt;br /&gt;I don't recognize the person staring back at me in the mirror. No, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm such a bad girl. :\&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-3787679027209396936?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3787679027209396936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=3787679027209396936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3787679027209396936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3787679027209396936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2010/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-5228882510698351098</id><published>2009-12-31T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:36:16.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>QOTD #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh, I should have never laid eyes on you. Now I'm tangled up, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tangled Up&lt;/i&gt;, New Found Glory &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/508763135106164954-5228882510698351098?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5228882510698351098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=5228882510698351098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5228882510698351098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5228882510698351098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/qotd-2.html' title='QOTD #2'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-6609579858109574828</id><published>2009-12-30T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:35:29.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GPOYW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Szr0jdPp3AI/AAAAAAAAAow/FXtzKoPQFTc/s1600-h/Photo0553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Szr0jdPp3AI/AAAAAAAAAow/FXtzKoPQFTc/s320/Photo0553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my few attempts to look like a goldfish. Er, FAIL??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-6609579858109574828?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6609579858109574828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=6609579858109574828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6609579858109574828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6609579858109574828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/gpoyw.html' title='GPOYW!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Szr0jdPp3AI/AAAAAAAAAow/FXtzKoPQFTc/s72-c/Photo0553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4039176496796341188</id><published>2009-12-29T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:19:01.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l59/laili09/500daysofsummer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l59/laili09/500daysofsummer.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaay...I love this movie. *sniffles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-4039176496796341188?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4039176496796341188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4039176496796341188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4039176496796341188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4039176496796341188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 Days of Summer'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-6633710425490817827</id><published>2009-12-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:14:54.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'll Never Say</title><content type='html'>A few days from now we'll be approaching the new year. So...I'll be grabbing all the chance I could get to write these down...and ONLY to write these down. I'm bothered with a lot of things that's been going on in my life now, but I just don't have the guts to tell these stuff right in front of these people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Person #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what you are to me. I promised myself to take care of you, to be a good person to you, to be your confidante. I am very proud to say that we've managed to survive all the storms that came upon us (and you know how huge those storms were!). I guess things just blew out of proportion. Maybe there were little things that we have overlooked and they turned out to be huge potholes along the way. My, we fell hard onto them, and the scars that remind me of what used to be were ripped open again, and this time it bled hard and it doesn't stop. But through time I know we will all be fine, and we'll all be smiling towards the end. The scars will heal again and it will become a reminder to us how we've fought this battle. Please take care of yourself. I hope you'll have a good life ahead with your family. I miss you...and I meant it when I said I love you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Person #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were happy people. We've been through a lot. You always stood up for me whenever someone's hurting me. You were always there whenever I needed you and whenever I need to hear your voice. You tried to be the best for us and I appreciate it so much. But when I found out it was my turn, I didn't do anything. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being there. I'm sorry I just stood still. I'm sorry for pretending as if nothing happened. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want you to let go, to forget everything. I want you to know that I would anything to make up for my mistakes, so that you would stay. I'm really sorry. I hope you'll have a good year ahead. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Person #3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How have you been? It's been a long time since I last heard from you. I just want you to know how much I appreciate everything that you did for me.&amp;nbsp;You taught me things I never thought I'd be really interested in.&amp;nbsp;I am just so lucky to have you in my life.&amp;nbsp;Anybody would be very lucky to have you in theirs, too. Sorry for all the bad things I did to you. You'll always be in my heart. Happy New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Person #4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you. You know how I'm always quiet whenever something's up. At times, I get rude, acting like you're not even there. When it comes to that point, it only means that I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know how to approach you without you getting mad again. That's why I don't talk. I'm sorry if I can't be perfect for you. There are just some things that I'd like to do my way and you simply don't like them. I couldn't even tell you why I do those. There are so many things I'd like to say to you, to tell you how I really feel. Words just don't simply come out of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; mouth. You're the best person that God has given me. I love you. Happy New Year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized they might not be able to read these. Haaay...but at least I've let it all out.&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/508763135106164954-6633710425490817827?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6633710425490817827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=6633710425490817827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6633710425490817827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6633710425490817827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-ill-never-say.html' title='Things I&apos;ll Never Say'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4087180363797282030</id><published>2009-12-27T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:22:06.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>QOTD #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Every night you cry yourself to sleep, thinking &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;why does this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Why does every moment have to be so hard?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Won't Go Home Without You&lt;/i&gt;, Maroon 5&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/508763135106164954-4087180363797282030?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4087180363797282030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4087180363797282030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4087180363797282030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4087180363797282030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/qotd-1.html' title='QOTD #1'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-687636838231745806</id><published>2009-12-27T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:03:22.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's resolutions are so overrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzcwS1ExYnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Iey-Ye4rGGo/s1600-h/new-year.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzcwS1ExYnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Iey-Ye4rGGo/s400/new-year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-687636838231745806?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/687636838231745806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=687636838231745806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/687636838231745806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/687636838231745806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolutions-are-so-overrated.html' title='new year&apos;s resolutions are so overrated.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzcwS1ExYnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Iey-Ye4rGGo/s72-c/new-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-9173882809856649115</id><published>2009-12-26T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:25:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess this belongs to YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzYcMq30VjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZgKMh0_N-7o/s1600-h/thanks+for.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzYcMq30VjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZgKMh0_N-7o/s320/thanks+for.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Thanks for Nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oops! :D&lt;br /&gt;and to everyone else, thanks for all the lovely gifts...the precious time you shared with me. awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-9173882809856649115?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/9173882809856649115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=9173882809856649115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/9173882809856649115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/9173882809856649115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-guess-this-belongs-to-you.html' title='i guess this belongs to YOU.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzYcMq30VjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZgKMh0_N-7o/s72-c/thanks+for.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-1500763287784572428</id><published>2009-12-26T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:16:52.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it was all yellow.</title><content type='html'>As you might have noticed, I changed my layout. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Madali na pala akong magsawa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's just right to give my blog a 'facelift' so we'll both be on the same track. No, I didn't get a facelift, I'm just trying to make a cool change. New life for the new year to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how's everybody's Christmas? Bet you all had fun partying and merrymaking. Well, mine could be described in three simple words: Busy. Food. Party! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;[xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Confession: &lt;b&gt;I wore the same dress to three parties! &lt;/b&gt;(and it's pretty obvious in my Facebook photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXiLEafk6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/f84Jo9slLfU/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXiLEafk6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/f84Jo9slLfU/s320/Picture+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE. I attended my baby cousin's christening. It's my first time as a godmother and I was thrilled by it. The dress was a bit short and since we're in church, I had to look modest (and look, I wore tights! haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXlUj89ZUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_PnGWgDta4I/s1600-h/partii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXlUj89ZUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/_PnGWgDta4I/s320/partii.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TWO. Later that day, I had to attend our high school reunion. It was a house party so it was safe to bare my&amp;nbsp;peau. It was so fun everyone ended sleeping at 5 am the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXpuWBaqwI/AAAAAAAAAng/yHEoHzpzIWg/s1600-h/yellow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXpuWBaqwI/AAAAAAAAAng/yHEoHzpzIWg/s320/yellow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE! Clan Reunion! Our family was assigned yellow. Heck, I had no choice since Mom said she'll wear my kimono dress (which she did). Oh well, it was all about the spirit of Christmas and bonding with the family. No regrets! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Christmas in Photos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXtqUy46cI/AAAAAAAAAoA/fNqZyb2hCiI/s1600-h/batchxmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXtqUy46cI/AAAAAAAAAoA/fNqZyb2hCiI/s320/batchxmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our batch Christmas party. The best Christmas party we've had. Everyone was laughing and having fun as we take away all the stress from school.&amp;nbsp;I looooved it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXsQtwqULI/AAAAAAAAAn4/UOQB4Fgm-jE/s1600-h/Photo0469copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXsQtwqULI/AAAAAAAAAn4/UOQB4Fgm-jE/s320/Photo0469copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barkada! Christmas get-together at Kara's place.&amp;nbsp;It was only us three since the other three were busy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXrCxm0LkI/AAAAAAAAAno/jKUdzalJM60/s1600-h/Photo0488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXrCxm0LkI/AAAAAAAAAno/jKUdzalJM60/s320/Photo0488.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making souvenirs for the clan reunion. We were the host family and mom assigned this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXr1pKGp5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/1quFivVBVu4/s1600-h/Photo0499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXr1pKGp5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/1quFivVBVu4/s320/Photo0499.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished product! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXu54WWw7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/KZYd-sNwIlw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXu54WWw7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/KZYd-sNwIlw/s320/Picture+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bro! Eto, simpleng handa namin para sa'yo. Mahal na mahal ka namin! Naks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;How was &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; Christmas? &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/508763135106164954-1500763287784572428?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1500763287784572428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=1500763287784572428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1500763287784572428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1500763287784572428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-it-was-all-yellow.html' title='and it was all yellow.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SzXiLEafk6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/f84Jo9slLfU/s72-c/Picture+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-327935726834787318</id><published>2009-12-18T09:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:24:07.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SyrZrXszFJI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ePxeMKeacmk/s1600-h/yeah.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SyrZrXszFJI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ePxeMKeacmk/s400/yeah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416380840985957522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ranczandras.deviantart.com/art/happy-christmas-100060750"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's our favorite time of the year. Merry Christmas everyone! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-327935726834787318?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/327935726834787318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=327935726834787318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/327935726834787318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/327935726834787318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/pic-of-day-2.html' title='Pic of the Day #2'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SyrZrXszFJI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ePxeMKeacmk/s72-c/yeah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-7217251055413827291</id><published>2009-12-10T08:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:13:35.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free hugs day!</title><content type='html'>10 December 2009.&lt;div&gt;UP Deviance Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Free Hugs Day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bet I'll give a lot. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-7217251055413827291?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7217251055413827291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=7217251055413827291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7217251055413827291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7217251055413827291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/12/free-hugs-day.html' title='free hugs day!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-6412740790949851034</id><published>2009-11-16T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:08:55.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Me, Nothing is Extinguished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite poem... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want you to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know how this is: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if I look &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the slow autumn at my window, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if I touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;near the fire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the impalpable ash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything carries me to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as if everything that exists, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aromas, light, metals, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were little boats &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that sail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if little by little you stop loving me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If suddenly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you forget me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do not look for me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you think it long and mad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the wind of banners &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that passes through my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you decide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to leave me at the shore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the heart where I have roots, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that on that day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at that hour, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall lift my arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my roots will set off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to seek another land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if each day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;each hour, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you feel that you are destined for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with implacable sweetness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if each day a flower &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ah my love, ah my own, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in me all that fire is repeated, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without leaving mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-6412740790949851034?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6412740790949851034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=6412740790949851034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6412740790949851034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6412740790949851034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-me-nothing-is-extinguished.html' title='In Me, Nothing is Extinguished'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-7571097540297124784</id><published>2009-10-30T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:39:08.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/478003447_ccf2eb38fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/478003447_ccf2eb38fa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you so baaaaaad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-7571097540297124784?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7571097540297124784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=7571097540297124784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7571097540297124784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7571097540297124784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/pic-of-day.html' title='Pic of the Day'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/220/478003447_ccf2eb38fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2355495218612225453</id><published>2009-10-28T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:02:19.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk.</title><content type='html'>eff.&lt;br /&gt;i messed up with my layout again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2355495218612225453?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2355495218612225453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2355495218612225453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2355495218612225453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2355495218612225453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/tsk.html' title='tsk.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4033517489882634897</id><published>2009-10-26T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:13:34.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>semBROKE</title><content type='html'>^ The status message of a friend in YM that inspired me to write this post. It's only been a week of 'sembreak' and I'm already broke. There were so many places to go, so many people to meet, so many things to catch up with. But after writing this introduction, my mind went through playbacks and I was smiling. Happy, happy memories. After all, I don't feel guilty about partying this break since my grades are better now, thank God. And oh...I need to relax. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sports&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tennis! Badminton! I don't know but I was itching to play racket sports a few days before. Should I blame the adrenaline? Nah. Well, I wish my playmates and I could still do these, have an 'athletic sembreak'. &lt;i&gt;Makapobre lang jud&lt;/i&gt;. Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zabadani&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a huge fan of coffee but this place gave me a very nice experience. Zab specializes in layered coffee (which is very awesome), and is owned by a balik-Islam. It's a quaint shop with a low ceiling but it didn't feel claustrophobic at all. What's cool there was (1) the owner greets the customers and takes orders himself, and (2) he tries to suggest a blend that suits the personality of the customers. Mine was layered soda with green apple syrup. It was like Cali, only less sweeter. Well, I tried to sip some of the syrup beforehand, that's why. :P After a few sips, the drink was getting bitter so I sweetened it up a bit with the muscovado sugar he served. Their coffee was good, too, without the brow-raising price. It was pretty hard to decide whether  to taste the layers one by one or to mix everything together, which added much delight for me. And oh, I remember something: so...I'm like a layered soda with green apple syrup? Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Redwood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nightout. Best friend. Newfound friends. Buckets of beer. Met best friend's boyfriend. Met her cousins, too. Guys asking for names and phone numbers. Us making a fool out of them. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to another week of fun and I'm so excited to see what's in store for me. Without getting broke, of course. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-4033517489882634897?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4033517489882634897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4033517489882634897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4033517489882634897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4033517489882634897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/sembroke.html' title='semBROKE'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2145701543426486300</id><published>2009-10-19T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:47:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detoxify!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8:32 AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up today feeling crappy. This has been happening for a few weeks now and I know there must be something missing: Detox!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/2901359309_37beb43087.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With an armada of exams and parties here and there, maybe my body felt "abused". Late night gaming + reviewing, more booze, less water, smoke, name it. Toxin buildup I know! Now, I feel so weak :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, since it's already our semestral break, I still have time to de-stress and detoxify. No, I can't promise to be a really good girl *hehe*, but I will try my best to bring my body back to its natural healthy state *crosses fingers*. And weeee, I have to-do list already:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;More water, less soda. Did you know I only drink water like, 2-3 times a day? Eww, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fruit! fruit! fruit! My brother and I have been experimenting on our dinner meals lately and most of them include greasy, high-calorie food. And no fruit :( I'm so bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep! I am a huge fan of slumber, but somehow my gamer self always gets in the way of having a good night's sleep. This is the bad effect of having a Pc right beside your bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if you happen to pass by my blog and read this post, come share with me your detoxifying secrets. Who knows, you might be my angel in disguise. :D&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/508763135106164954-2145701543426486300?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2145701543426486300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2145701543426486300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2145701543426486300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2145701543426486300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/detoxify.html' title='Detoxify!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3132/2901359309_37beb43087_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-1721368102858263496</id><published>2009-10-18T11:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:25:20.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/StqKLEvVp3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/91hQ4ut5zqE/s400/IMG_5624_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393775426585077618" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/StqKLEvVp3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/91hQ4ut5zqE/s1600-h/IMG_5624_2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/StqKLEvVp3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/91hQ4ut5zqE/s1600-h/IMG_5624_2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;In the game of life, humility develops.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-1721368102858263496?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1721368102858263496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=1721368102858263496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1721368102858263496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1721368102858263496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/warm-up.html' title='Warm Up!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/StqKLEvVp3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/91hQ4ut5zqE/s72-c/IMG_5624_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4359288188612908256</id><published>2009-10-06T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:12:06.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait for sembreak!</title><content type='html'>Last week was pretty amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;For three times in a row, I had to wear formal attire. First, I had my informative speech about PETA on my Speech Communication class.  Second, I had my defense for the investigative project on Chromate-Dichromate Equilibrium (chemistry stuff that I've done for a million times). Third was my persuasive speech for my Speech Comm class, and which I only remembered like 30 minutes before the class schedule! Thank goodness there were still a few students who would deliver their speeches before me. My speech was about abolishing written exams and why we should do it. Hmmm must be from the stress these exams are creating on me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It feels good to be a hero for a day. *wink*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was sooo excited to go home (Tagum) for the weekend. I missed my friends so much...One of my BFFs had her debut party on Sunday and there was an instant reunion! It really makes me happy knowing that we could still bond together no matter how distance and differences separate us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have three exams this week...hooray! NOT. and then, next week = hell week! must.study.hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm lovin' my new Caroline Gardner theme for Chrome. weee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After a couple of days of coma, my PC is back in action! sooo happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and...I finally posted something here! yay me. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/508763135106164954-4359288188612908256?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4359288188612908256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4359288188612908256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4359288188612908256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4359288188612908256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-wait-for-sembreak.html' title='can&apos;t wait for sembreak!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2596903709616648959</id><published>2009-08-31T09:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:51:28.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeps Getting Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2007.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was a college freshman then. I had no idea that there was a cheerdancing competition in UP, nor about how the Biology course took it seriously. I only knew about it during our BioGenesis, an acquaintance party for freshies organized by the upperclassmen. I can still remember that very moment where Angelyn, my batchmate, and I were doing our "moves" for our freshie presentation, twisting our arms and legs like pro gymnasts. The upperclassmen cheered for us and yelled "Cheerdance! Cheerdance!". Our faces felt a gush of pressure, and at the same time, excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On long breaks, Angelyn and I would talk about entering the squad. Lucky for us, there was no initiation nor training for newbies then. Instead, we were handpicked and listed on a sheet of paper for the line-up. Everything went fast--nightly practices were held a few days after the squad was completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was one night where one of the upperclassmen asked us if we felt like we were so pressured by them. We grinned shyly, expressing a meek "Yes". She explained to us how the course lost its triumph by just a few points because of doing three-level pyramid stunts. They were devastated by it since it would be their last win to become a grandslam champion. Hearing her words, we were determined to give our best for the team, and win that golden cup. We were also introduced to other upperclassmen who would be joining the squad. One of them was Kuya Lean, a junior student and our choreographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Week after week, practices became heavier, there was even a time where I felt like giving up for good. But I know I cannot, and I should not, that I'm doing this for the team, and that this is one of the greatest achievements I have had. A couple of days before the competition was the most grueling practice of all. Dancing on a wet soccer field, drenched in rain and mud. There was no use backing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Approximately 35 hours later, the golden cup would be back in Biology's arms, and they would celebrate their win in a secluded resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sp1MADHxRuI/AAAAAAAAAl8/RvACF3zfaR4/s320/4.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376537093871847138" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sp1MAg-VslI/AAAAAAAAAmE/bS80c4Uhd84/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2008.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Defending our previous win was not such an easy task. We still have to give our best shot at it since all of the competing squads were eyeing for the prize. Some of our dancers graduated on March, but thankfully there were a few recruits. Our routine was harder this time, and the stuntmen were included in the dance routines too. Everything was still moving at a fast pace and we noticed improvements in ourselves like the way we move and the way the stunt guys handle the 'liftees'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the day of the competition, everyone was settled in their most comfortable seats around the soccer field. Under the heat of the sun, we blew their minds off. They asked us for a repeat performance, and we eagerly said "Yes!". To add to our triumph, we were even asked by someone to compete in the town's cheerdance competition. It was such an honor because we did not apply for it, we were 'asked'. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sp1MAg-VslI/AAAAAAAAAmE/bS80c4Uhd84/s1600-h/5.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sp1MAg-VslI/AAAAAAAAAmE/bS80c4Uhd84/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376537101885354578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2009.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more win and it will be grandslam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pressure is on, primarily for Kuya Lean. This time he did not act only as our choreographer but also as our overall designer and director. Our routines just got better, stunts are more complicated, not to mention our costumes getting skimpier. Haha. Practices were also held earlier, but this time I did not feel so much pressure. It did not even matter much for me if we are going to win or lose. All I want is just to have fun this time and enjoy dancing and moving with my teammates. After all, I was satisfied with our back-to-back wins beforehand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We encountered a lot of bumps and potholes along the way. Together with expected injuries and grades hanging on a thread, the costume tailor made his biggest mistake and ruined the design. With only a few days left until judgment day, we had to rush to another tailor to make our costumes. Not only did our 300 bucks (from the ruined costume) went to nothingness, we had to pay extra bucks for a rush job too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then came judgment day. As a tradition, all the members of the squad gathered `round to pray, clasping each other's hands, right over left. Everyone was in deep prayer, asking for guidance from God and our beloved Sir Toto who passed away a week before the battle. &lt;i&gt;For the greater glory of God and for Sir Toto...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then they called in our course. Hearts were pounding, nervous and excited at the same time. Armed with skill and blazing red costumes, we started to rock the stage out. What happened next was what we were waiting for and praying for really hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sp1L_zpqqAI/AAAAAAAAAl0/WwOw-P4wabc/s320/3.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376537089719052290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grandslam it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the third time, the BS Biology course landed champion for the cheerdance competition. Every one of us was more than happy and relieved, even our department teachers and our own Chancellor (who, by the way, is a Biology professor. *wink*).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sp1L_F934TI/AAAAAAAAAlk/f0OvlX4g5v0/s320/1.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376537077455774002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything was worth it in the end--the perennial bruises and body aches, the wasted bucks, long nights spent practicing our routines. And what was most worthwhile was the bond that no one else could ever experience. The competition held us together as one, both the cheerdancers and non-cheerdancers. Our utmost gratitude goes to Kuya Lean for handling everything. I believe that without him, the perception on our course would remain like this: a talentless bunch of nerds wrapped in laboratory gowns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have proved everyone wrong, and every time we show them how we do it, it just keeps getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go Bio!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sp1L_YnSyvI/AAAAAAAAAls/-4PRHltCK58/s320/2.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376537082461342450" /&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/508763135106164954-2596903709616648959?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2596903709616648959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2596903709616648959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2596903709616648959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2596903709616648959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/08/keeps-getting-better.html' title='Keeps Getting Better'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sp1MADHxRuI/AAAAAAAAAl8/RvACF3zfaR4/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-493192033991835197</id><published>2009-07-29T06:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:07:13.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3754172563_edbec59341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 267px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3754172563_edbec59341.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“It seems that it is madder never to abandon one's self than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always to walk in armor”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Margaret Fuller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/508763135106164954-493192033991835197?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/493192033991835197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=493192033991835197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/493192033991835197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/493192033991835197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/blinded.html' title='Blinded.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3444/3754172563_edbec59341_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-9101001233725215902</id><published>2009-07-26T19:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:05:49.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when it's nearly over..</title><content type='html'>Oh jeez..I wrote my last post in Taglish. My high school English teacher would kill me for code-switching. I could imagine the look on his face if he sees my work in a complete "disaster". I wish he wouldn't accidentally bump into my blog...or you'll find yourselves reading his comment-slash-sermon on grammar issues. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But sir, it's a personal blog *insert excuses here*....&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww I miss my "other" world. Back in high school, I was very active in every group or event that basically has English or Communication Arts in it. Essay writing contests, Theater Arts, speech contests, English Club, spelling contests (!), journalism, yearbook editing, name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if had enrolled in Communication Arts. Would I be productive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-9101001233725215902?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/9101001233725215902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=9101001233725215902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/9101001233725215902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/9101001233725215902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-when-its-nearly-over.html' title='Just when it&apos;s nearly over..'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-98938703931661079</id><published>2009-06-25T20:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:59:57.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Seedlings Aren't Planted Too Close</title><content type='html'>While I was writing this post (and by writing, I mean pen and paper), I realized I'll be alone for most of this semester. Imagine, it has been two weeks already at ngayon ko lang narealize ito. Andami talagang realizations na nangyayari pag nakaupo ako dito sa isa sa mga Coke huts sa labas ng canteen namin sa CSM. I'm used to being alone, but there really are times when you feel like having at least one friend to accompany you. Kahit na katabi lang, kahit walang usap-usap, okay na. But I think there is still a huge advantage. As what my friend told me, &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"being alone gives you time to grow"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And as they say misery loves company, ayun na nga. My misery is accompanied by my terrible schedule that looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SkNxM4ivSXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JX5K6oYVd9Q/s1600-h/sched.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SkNxM4ivSXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JX5K6oYVd9Q/s320/sched.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351245248396740978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaming empty spaces which means, more time of being emo and doing nothing but to stare at the people around me. Bestfriends ko nanaman ang canteen at atrium. Swerte ko nalang if there's still a vacant slot in the Internet Kiosk so that I could bore myself with the Web. Naku, grabe siguro ang growth ko nito at the end of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting! May isang advantage pa pala akong naisip. I'll be able to finish my thesis outline in a swift. Andaming time, ang haba ng panahon, promise. At least, when I enroll in Bio 200 next semester, nagrerelax na lang siguro ako and I'll be waiting for my defense na lang. Sana nga...*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this video on Youtube. I don't know why the user named it as "Trailer" when it's supposed to be a production video. No offense meant, but, it's not a movie, so it shouldn't be a trailer of some sort. Anyway, this vid is about my hometown, Tagum City. And whoa! ang galing ng pagkagawa. Makes me proud. I like how the sound effects go together with the movements especially in the Musikahan part. Sana makahanap ako ng video effects like what's shown there. Ayan tuloy, na-miss ko nanaman ang Tagum T___T Anyway, enjoy the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHV2PAxGjd8&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/NHV2PAxGjd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-98938703931661079?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/98938703931661079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=98938703931661079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/98938703931661079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/98938703931661079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/06/seedlings-arent-planted-too-close.html' title='Seedlings Aren&apos;t Planted Too Close'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SkNxM4ivSXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JX5K6oYVd9Q/s72-c/sched.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-5385767009916927034</id><published>2009-06-23T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:01:49.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought to Ponder</title><content type='html'>While I was waiting for a tricycle on the corner of the bakery in our area, I heard a baker's helper complain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alam mo pare, nagsisisi ako. Sana umayos nalang ako nung nag-aaral pa ako. Sana hindi na lang ako nagbulakbol. Kung nag-aral lang ako ng mabuti, eh di sana hindi ako nagmamasa lang ng tinapay ngayon..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of seconds later, my world became silent. That hit me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-5385767009916927034?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5385767009916927034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=5385767009916927034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5385767009916927034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5385767009916927034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/06/thought-to-ponder.html' title='Thought to Ponder'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-3338752838907655153</id><published>2009-06-19T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:53:36.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my one and only You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I take one step away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...then I find myself coming back to You..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I once again attended a Praise and Worship concert of my friend's prayer group called &lt;strong&gt;reGeneration&lt;/strong&gt;. She didn't actually invite me to the event, but there were posters on the Freedom Wall of my school (which made me curious, too, because I didn't know that there is a reGeneration member from UP). Their theme for that night was "Discover your First Love". As usual, the reGeneration had a wonderful video production for an intro, but anyway, I'm not going to do a review here about the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that...I miss &lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;. I really do. Things like the concert I attended draws me closer to Him, and even though there are a lot problems boggling my mind right now, I could still feel serenity and happiness inside me, and I know for sure it's because of Him. I have always been thankful of Him for being my "best-est" friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, they had a remake of the drama presented by another worship group where it shows how a person is drawn farther away from God through earthly "goods" and how that person came back again into His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, that song by Lifehouse called Everything still makes me cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-3338752838907655153?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3338752838907655153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=3338752838907655153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3338752838907655153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3338752838907655153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-one-and-only-you.html' title='my one and only You.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-8706673373761054873</id><published>2009-05-26T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:55:12.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>Here Again</title><content type='html'>I'm baaaaaaack!&lt;br /&gt;After almost a month of hiatus, I'm free again. Well, almost.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-8706673373761054873?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8706673373761054873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=8706673373761054873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8706673373761054873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8706673373761054873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-again.html' title='Here Again'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2948607329613684282</id><published>2009-04-28T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:33:29.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>rants.</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to start. I just felt the urge to write tonight and I'm looking for the perfect intro, but I can't so we'll just let it flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy. Yes, my to-do list is out and about again. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelan ka pa ba `di naging busy, ha?&lt;/span&gt;", my friends would tell me and I would just laugh. Well, what can I do? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh sa gusto nilang gawin ko sila eh&lt;/span&gt;. Referring to chores. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bulk of my summer, I guess. Less parties, less nightouts, less trips, less everything. Again, what can I do? We don't have a helper, so I do most of the chores. I don't have money, so I work. And...I don't have anyone who could help me out with my "something" on May, so I'm completely hands-on with every little detail. Well, some of my friends offered help, but, I didn't accept them. Some details just might be overlooked and I hate it when things don't go my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing...I desperately miss my hometown. This city that I live in now doesn't feel as warm and as welcoming as TC. My hometown is where I met the people who would give you the definition of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. I just miss them. Every moment I look at our photos makes me want to go back through time...when my house would be filled with heaves of laughter during movie marathon afternoons...Friday nights spent driving out in the streets...or the time when we would head straight to the beach penniless. I miss them and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I pinch myself back to reality, which, is the part that uhm, sucked. This is not who I used be. I've become someone else: more bizarre, less vulnerable. I shouldn't have known until someone slapped it straight to my face. I'm just going through a phase. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang gulo ng post ko ngayon noh? Yun na nga yung point. Magulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2948607329613684282?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2948607329613684282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2948607329613684282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2948607329613684282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2948607329613684282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/04/rants.html' title='rants.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-6587156030713018864</id><published>2009-04-25T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:50:32.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SfH7PHdakyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/w18mBxGr2mE/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SfH7PHdakyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/w18mBxGr2mE/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328316071275041570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:48 AM and I'm still not hitting the sack. I should be sleeping now, right? I'm tired but I'm stuck in front of the Pc. My lips are dry and pale already. Tsk tsk this is getting worse. I better stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-6587156030713018864?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6587156030713018864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=6587156030713018864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6587156030713018864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6587156030713018864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/04/addiction.html' title='addiction.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SfH7PHdakyI/AAAAAAAAAjg/w18mBxGr2mE/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-5123509682645718157</id><published>2009-04-23T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:28:13.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steep'/><title type='text'>Summer LSS #1</title><content type='html'>Just wanna share with you one of the reasons why I find comfort in music.&lt;br /&gt;I like Nina's version better but I couldn't find it in &lt;a href="http://imeem.com"&gt;Imeem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/W7kZ1j3mAs/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/W7kZ1j3mAs/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=W7kZ1j3mAs" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=W7kZ1j3mAs" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=W7kZ1j3mAs" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=W7kZ1j3mAs" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/W7kZ1j3mAs/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/jezreelita/music/yXarVdyn/jez-salcedo-steep-lauren-christy/"&gt;Steep (Lauren Christy) - Jez Salcedo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-5123509682645718157?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5123509682645718157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=5123509682645718157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5123509682645718157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5123509682645718157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-lss-1.html' title='Summer LSS #1'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-8484020775015209286</id><published>2009-04-13T08:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:59:41.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the place where I belong</title><content type='html'>It's always a nice feeling to wake up to a beautiful sunrise, pack my things and go to the place I have loved for a lifetime. The only place where I feel very welcome, and even though it's a small city, it's big enough for me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I'm going home. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-8484020775015209286?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8484020775015209286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=8484020775015209286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8484020775015209286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8484020775015209286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-place-where-i-belong.html' title='back to the place where I belong'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-7373571844040106740</id><published>2009-04-11T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:03:53.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UP survey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>My UP Life: Confessions and Revelations</title><content type='html'>I got this mantra from &lt;a href="http://twinklecloud.blogspot.com/"&gt;July&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worried about getting bullied by fratmen or getting killed in a riot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No and maybe, yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got bullied by fratmen or was killed in a riot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Witnessed a riot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, not in school though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made friends with a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so, or maybe I was just assuming?! ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was tricked as a freshman into attending a rally / prayer meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a rally! It was my first time, and it was funny `coz there was only a few students there. We (with some of my batchmates) were just laughing because it was so scripted and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wore red or black on one of those wear red or wear black days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wore red on Valentine’s Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. I'm a sucker for Valentine's. Ha ha and I love red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wore black on Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two Valentine's Days in UP, I think I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learned UP Naming Mahal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wholeheartedly? Not yet. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was an RA (registration assistant) or SA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lied or begged to an RA for a slot in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Participated in a there's-only-one-more- slot-are you-feeling- lucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! ha ha and I even urged the teacher to give me a slot in his PE class even though it's already full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogged around the campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, just around the soccer field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knew at least one fotox lady, manong, or technician by name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Madam X and Tiburcia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attended university level graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got an activist for a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went stargazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school? Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slept in the lib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Ha ha malamig eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Struck up a conversation with a taong grasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen a taong grasa in our campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrote to/for the Collegian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously pondered about the identity/ies of the people described in Eksenang Peyups&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to the chapel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In UP? Really? We have one?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cut class with your block to watch a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't cut class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to a Freshman-only concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wala namang ganyan sa school eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subsisted on just streetfood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, a lot of times. :) It's cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learned how to smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went on an out-of-town trip with blockmates or orgmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times, for school trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fell in love with a blockmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocmate talaga? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fell in love with a professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actually read the book you keep borrowing from the lib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Duh, why would I even borrow it in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Played cards during your free time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently! ha ha I learned Chikicha and Tong Its.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dressed in business attire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sumabit sa jeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got sung to or sung to someone in class during Valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not on Valentine's Day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched the Lantern Parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helped out a total stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helped out a total stranger because he/she was hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha funny and No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learned to stay awake for more than 24 or 48 hours straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I still can't do that. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got bullied by fratmen and feeling cool wannabe people who were actually losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Took Wednesday and/or Saturday classes (for UPMin, Monday and/or Saturday siguro.hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did. I hate it. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got a boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a girlfriend....what!! Kidding! Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Took time to read the vandalism in the CR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there are even vandals in the CR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched a sexy art film for any GE class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did. I actually liked that movie, not because it was sexy, but because of the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got held up or pickpocketed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Sana hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felt depressed because you were not as good academically as you were in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! totally. I'm a total loser in college. I miss my old self. :( But that 'old self' was a sad chapter in my life. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did a last minute paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times. Nale-late pa nga eh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had spent a lot for 1x1 ID pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have lots of 1x1 pics that I printed and they are ready to be used! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got exempted from final exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. How I wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got exempted from a final exam but still took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See previous ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got into at least one (org- or council-sponsored) adventure race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it was during our BioGenesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knew where the best restrooms are on campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joined an org.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: joined because it's a course org. Two: joined and quitted :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allowed yourself to make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I always, always make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to the gym in spite of having no PE class just to ogle varsity players/cute boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of ogling, but I was trying to get into the varsity with another batchmate. Yeah, really, it was a desperate act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Took summer classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admired the Oblation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made a video for a project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my other groupmates (if in a group) would usually do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a crush on a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a teacher who had a crush on/tried to court you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faked sickness to get an absence excused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faked sickness but I never bothered to get an excuse slip. Ha ha what's the point?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got your car scratched by one of those "Kuya bantayan ko kotse niyo" kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a car! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to school in your crappiest yet most comfy clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, most of the time. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learned how to use the Bayantel pay phones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Participated in school activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dated someone from UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learned how to beg for a higher grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beg? Naku, kahit na magkanda bagsak2x ako, hindi ko talaga gagawin yan. (tsaka pag bumabagsak ako, di na ako nagpapakita sa teacher. ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Used your 6 allowable absences wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! ha ha bulakbol-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lived in a dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had the worst schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I think I had the best schedule only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not used up all 6 allowable absences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely. ha ha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was active in your org.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got as many app forms as you can during the job fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to a job fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learned how to cram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only once. I don't like cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sold tickets for (or watched) an org-sponsored movie premiere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved money to photocopy all of your seatmate's notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha seriously?! No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had accidentally seen a make-out session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would want to..ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slept in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had mountains of "unused" sample exams and/or old testaments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolved to be "better this semester."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always! and it would always result to the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slept during a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had groupmates from hell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learned how to work with groupmates from hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Practiced those UP cheers in the first meeting for PE class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looked at microfilms in the library or poked through archives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reserved a classroom, AVR, etc. for a class or org function.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attended the UP Fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Ha ha and the latest one I attended was funny, there were only 10 people in the audience! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to a library other than your own college's to research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost a perfectly functioning umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't bring umbrellas to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Used consultation hours properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually consult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to the Guidance Office for real, heart-to-heart guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung sa freshmen thing lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to the infirmary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, only because I need to accompany someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attended class with a hangover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drink beer or alcohol while inside UP grounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but I'd like to try that. Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buy frogs for Bio class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more fun to catch them by yourself, which was the thing that I did. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maxed out on the 6 allowed unexcused absences but DID NOT drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wore slippers to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a professor who smoked in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. That'd be...uncool :D&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/508763135106164954-7373571844040106740?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7373571844040106740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=7373571844040106740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7373571844040106740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7373571844040106740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-up-life-confessions-and-revelations.html' title='My UP Life: Confessions and Revelations'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-7474168079174640992</id><published>2009-04-06T19:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:11:41.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floral dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>Flower Power</title><content type='html'>Got this summer fashion tip from &lt;a href="http://www.stylebible.ph/"&gt;Style Bible&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the summer season screams: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;floral&lt;/span&gt;!! From sun dresses and paisley tops to playful, girly pieces, it's all about those blooms, dahling. Check out these cute pieces I found whilst surfing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoEN3XVW9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/7Wkiiu92MCE/s1600-h/vspinktcutoutmonokini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoEN3XVW9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/7Wkiiu92MCE/s320/vspinktcutoutmonokini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321570545938291666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T Cutout Monokini&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victoria's Secret Pink Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoENtbY0PI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XclwC0UPodg/s1600-h/summernightmaxidress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoENtbY0PI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XclwC0UPodg/s320/summernightmaxidress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321570543270940914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer Night Maxi Dress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoENjdyd1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/_8G0MhxTAS4/s1600-h/straplessmockeddress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoENjdyd1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/_8G0MhxTAS4/s320/straplessmockeddress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321570540596655954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strapless Smocked Dress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victoria's Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoENReKFuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/PNQ0tGC-iks/s1600-h/shimmerflowerburnouttank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoENReKFuI/AAAAAAAAAjA/PNQ0tGC-iks/s320/shimmerflowerburnouttank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321570535766365922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shimmer Flower Burnout Tank&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wetseal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoDW306OqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/lfkkYg5aMk4/s1600-h/roseprintdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoDW306OqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/lfkkYg5aMk4/s320/roseprintdress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321569601169537698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose Print Dress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoDW2Mx6kI/AAAAAAAAAiw/lWzKa94TMN0/s1600-h/paisleyhalteronepiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoDW2Mx6kI/AAAAAAAAAiw/lWzKa94TMN0/s320/paisleyhalteronepiece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321569600732785218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paisley Halter One Piece&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ralph Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoDWtFjCuI/AAAAAAAAAio/P7lr0Rj755o/s1600-h/paisleydress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoDWtFjCuI/AAAAAAAAAio/P7lr0Rj755o/s320/paisleydress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321569598286531298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paisley Trimmed Dress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoDWpFizqI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZvfVWv1jOFo/s1600-h/paintedfloralchiffondress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoDWpFizqI/AAAAAAAAAig/ZvfVWv1jOFo/s320/paintedfloralchiffondress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321569597212774050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Painted Floral Chiffon Dress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoDWdWK07I/AAAAAAAAAiY/GIeXhCMNwcw/s1600-h/mixfloralsundress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoDWdWK07I/AAAAAAAAAiY/GIeXhCMNwcw/s320/mixfloralsundress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321569594061280178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mix Floral Sundress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn8h5SmzFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/bxx8rTz-Q5s/s1600-h/haltermaxidress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn8h5SmzFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/bxx8rTz-Q5s/s320/haltermaxidress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321562093959695442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halter Maxi Dress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victoria's Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn8hhJXFnI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Iv1J6GrZkeU/s1600-h/fessoniashiftdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn8hhJXFnI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Iv1J6GrZkeU/s320/fessoniashiftdress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321562087478466162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erdem Fessonia Shift Dress&lt;/span&gt; from Barney's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn8h08s4dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mnJBoYtTJ9s/s1600-h/gauzefloraltop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn8h08s4dI/AAAAAAAAAiI/mnJBoYtTJ9s/s320/gauzefloraltop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321562092794077650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gauze Floral Top&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wetseal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn8hsB2KQI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Srfn0gOMqiY/s1600-h/embroidereddress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn8hsB2KQI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Srfn0gOMqiY/s320/embroidereddress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321562090399738114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Embroidered Dress&lt;/span&gt; from Victoria's Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn8hizif3I/AAAAAAAAAhw/M4XpfI213Ec/s1600-h/drapefrontubetop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn8hizif3I/AAAAAAAAAhw/M4XpfI213Ec/s320/drapefrontubetop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321562087923810162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drape Front Tube Top&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wetseal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn6lN5ANTI/AAAAAAAAAho/Amc-GZK6qtY/s1600-h/dimensionshiftbikini.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn6lN5ANTI/AAAAAAAAAho/Amc-GZK6qtY/s320/dimensionshiftbikini.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321559952005805362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dimension Shift Bikini&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn6lL_qyLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yng6MBXRmDE/s1600-h/blairdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn6lL_qyLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/yng6MBXRmDE/s320/blairdress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321559951496890546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take a cue from our favorite Gossip Girl fashionistas! Blair Waldorf is so cute in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peonie Print Silk Lam Halter Neck Bubble Dress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collette Dinnigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn6lBt1BcI/AAAAAAAAAhg/J1DU4UJDkDE/s1600-h/blairserena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn6lBt1BcI/AAAAAAAAAhg/J1DU4UJDkDE/s320/blairserena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321559948737709506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As seen on the first episode of Season 2: Blair is in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garden Party Dress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice + Olivia &lt;/span&gt;while Serena is in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geometric Tank Dress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vena Cava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn6k1MCE7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/A6fR7s562b0/s1600-h/aztecgardenstank.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn6k1MCE7I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/A6fR7s562b0/s320/aztecgardenstank.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321559945374733234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aztec Gardens Tank&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn6klM5X4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/WrVv7ZExekA/s1600-h/annabethcottonsilkdress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/Sdn6klM5X4I/AAAAAAAAAhI/WrVv7ZExekA/s320/annabethcottonsilkdress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321559941083389826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annabeth Cotton Silk Dress&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ralph Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I soooo love summer! Can't wait to get these cute prints. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-7474168079174640992?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7474168079174640992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=7474168079174640992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7474168079174640992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7474168079174640992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/04/flower-power.html' title='Flower Power'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdoEN3XVW9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/7Wkiiu92MCE/s72-c/vspinktcutoutmonokini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-7810136871510521571</id><published>2009-04-05T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:33:47.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>depression could kill.</title><content type='html'>This is the first time that I've become very afraid of what might come ahead. Seriously, I've been freaking myself out with what-if's for a couple of weeks now. I've been looking at horoscopes, answered psychological tests and the like, and I feel so desperate and scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell, I would really pop a Valium or two just to ease out these thoughts. Sleep cannot even suffice--it's the last thing that I think about before dozing off and the first thing that comes to my mind when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is this...the bite of reality?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-7810136871510521571?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7810136871510521571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=7810136871510521571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7810136871510521571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7810136871510521571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/04/depression-could-kill.html' title='depression could kill.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-8405384871626022828</id><published>2009-04-01T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:18:29.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>sixty days...love it or hate it.</title><content type='html'>Another semester is over again. Now I'm itching to do something 'productive' this break that I've wanted for so long. But first, I badly need to unwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdJQRCtEQNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/gtoeyO3wsYQ/s1600-h/edited-beach-umbrella.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdJQRCtEQNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/gtoeyO3wsYQ/s400/edited-beach-umbrella.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319402363591868626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;base picture from &lt;a href="http://www.sxc.hu/"&gt;stock.xchng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-8405384871626022828?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8405384871626022828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=8405384871626022828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8405384871626022828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8405384871626022828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/04/sixty-dayslove-it-or-hate-it.html' title='sixty days...love it or hate it.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SdJQRCtEQNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/gtoeyO3wsYQ/s72-c/edited-beach-umbrella.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-5830292144071009656</id><published>2009-03-27T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:37:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Mistakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Gossip Girl 2x19...and here's my favorite scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair is alone in an empty room. Nate walks in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey...what are you doing right here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well here, take that.&lt;/span&gt; *N slips jacket onto B's shoulders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can u remember the first time you brought me here? When we first started dating...we were like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12 or 13&lt;/span&gt;..*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We used to talk about our future..&lt;/span&gt;. *teary eyed* ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How perfect everything would be...remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What happened? Why did everything get so screwed up?&lt;/span&gt; *cries* &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This isn't how it's supposed to be. I don't know who I am anymore. What am I supposed to do? I feel so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;...lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*B stares at N, N sits beside her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you remember when we used to watch your favorite movies over and over again? Like Tiffany's and Holiday...it used to drive me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this a pep talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. I finally asked you...why are you watching movies you've already seen? Remember what you said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: *nods*.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I like knowing how things are gonna work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also have someone like Nate Archibald back at home, except we didn't date at 12 or 13...nor we did ever date, because that would be a complete disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...Turns out this isn't 'the best sem ever'...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-5830292144071009656?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5830292144071009656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=5830292144071009656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5830292144071009656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5830292144071009656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-many-mistakes.html' title='Too Many Mistakes...'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-6943734239007320086</id><published>2009-03-25T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:18:26.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palmer&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>Review: Palmer's Cocoa Butter Formula with Vitamin E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.healthinajiffy.co.uk/images/palmers-cocoa-butter-cream-100g-tube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.healthinajiffy.co.uk/images/palmers-cocoa-butter-cream-100g-tube.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having unattractive marks all over my body are a result of carelessness when I was younger. Until now, I still scratch those mosquito 'bites' whenever I can and get brown scars later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One product that has truly amazed me is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palmer's Cocoa Butter Formula with Vitamin E Concentrated Cream&lt;/span&gt; (100 g @ Php395). It's a bit expensive for its size but I tell you, it is TOTALLY worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cream is ideal for softening and smoothing very dry skin. It also tones the skin to achieve an even complexion and can be used as an excellent after-tanning butter. But what I love the most about this product is that it smooths and blends unattractive marks and scars, even stretch marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use this cream at morning and at night after taking a bath and in two weeks I noticed significant changes on my scars and marks. My 'bite' scars became 2 to 3 shades lighter. My stretch marks also became less noticeable. These stretch marks, which formed ridges on my skin, were evened out and they became smoother to the touch. My feet and knees also became smoother. This cream is a really good moisturizer owing to its Vitamin E content. It smells great, too. If it were food it totally wouldn't last a week with me. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palmer's Cocoa Butter Formula&lt;/span&gt; is available at Watson's or at HB1. If you don't want to smell like chocolates, you can opt for a fragrance-free cream (if available).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rating: 5/5 stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-6943734239007320086?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6943734239007320086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=6943734239007320086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6943734239007320086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6943734239007320086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/03/review-palmers-cocoa-butter-formula.html' title='Review: Palmer&apos;s Cocoa Butter Formula with Vitamin E'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4244710940790324063</id><published>2009-03-23T19:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:03:07.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>I Am a Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Monday: rush hour. Not much for me, at least, although I really had a busy day. I think it's my first time this year to actually organize my "Things To Do" in such an orderly manner. Orderly, meaning I allotted time frames for each activity, which was a good idea (I think) to save time. Here's the breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30 AM&lt;/span&gt; - Went to school to have a birthday surprise for a friend. We were supposed to give a birthday cake and do some stuff for her but all our plans went downhill. So we ended up giving her a dedication paper instead. Weird. Oh! I have to text her by the way.. *reaches for cellphone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:30 AM&lt;/span&gt; - Off to Chinabank to deposit money for our internet shop's account. There were lots of coins and my bag felt extremely light after I took them out. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:00 PM&lt;/span&gt; - SM time. Another bill payment for my mom's credit card (I wonder how she keeps up with these things...). Bought a pair of slippers. Got hungry and ate lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turquoise&lt;/span&gt; :) Yummy food and their service was prompt, they served the food three minutes after I ordered it. I was about to exit the mall when I bumped into some friends who also happens to be my schoolmates :) Ha ha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:30 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Went to the couturier to look for some pretty gowns. Just for kicks :) (Really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:00 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Went to another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sastre&lt;/span&gt;, this time to make some repairs for our batch shirts. I ordered some white shirts online, and they were what I found. They were cheaper (than their Php200-250 contenders), and they somehow looked good on the pictures (Dammit! I was fooled).  The seller posted the measurements on the site, so my classmates tried to measure their sizes. When I got the package, everything was two sizes bigger! So there I was at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sastre&lt;/span&gt;, telling him to resize the shirts. Such a waste :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:40 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Davao Dencia's Restaurant. What was I doing there? Hmm.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:00 PM&lt;/span&gt; - The last stop! I gave myself a treat as a reward. Best damn thing in the world: Shopping! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ending, there were many things that I found out to be, well, either good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not really a fan of The Plastics (see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0377092/"&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/a&gt;), but I can pretty much tolerate them. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;. Organizing is one way to save time and energy. Yup, I'm becoming good at this :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;. Reward yourself for a job well done. After all, who doesn't want to unwind after a backbreaking episode of life? Make yourself happy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joie de vivre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-4244710940790324063?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4244710940790324063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4244710940790324063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4244710940790324063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4244710940790324063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-busy-bee.html' title='I Am a Busy Bee'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-8207605645226903758</id><published>2009-03-17T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:47:46.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>bitterness and ecstasy</title><content type='html'>While frequently clicking on new tabs and browsing through some stuff in the Internet, I came across a good website for poem amateurs. They all have good poems, but one struck me the most. Hmm..can relate?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is just a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's hard to feel when you don't know the pain,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to clean out all the filthy blood stains,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to preach when you don't have a choir,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to live when you had nothing prior.&lt;br /&gt;love is just a lie!&lt;br /&gt;it's just game to keep you busy,&lt;br /&gt;something meaningless that makes you dizzy,&lt;br /&gt;an endless fight of fake emotions,&lt;br /&gt;my tears will fill all of the oceans.&lt;br /&gt;you ripped my heart out and left me for dead,&lt;br /&gt;tore me apart, tied my feet to lead,&lt;br /&gt;dropped me in the pit and left me to sink,&lt;br /&gt;in this hole maybe ill get to think.&lt;br /&gt;two hearts beating as one?&lt;br /&gt;it's just a plot, you're just a pun,&lt;br /&gt;if she loved you than wouldn't she be here?&lt;br /&gt;but instead she left you cowering in fear.&lt;br /&gt;love is just a lie!&lt;br /&gt;if it were true than wouldn't you be happy?&lt;br /&gt;but instead you're here, feeling crappy.&lt;br /&gt;love is just a lie!&lt;br /&gt;if it was as great as they say&lt;br /&gt;why does every husband and wife have to pray?&lt;br /&gt;love is a just figment of our imagination,&lt;br /&gt;the grinch's heart grew from inflamation.&lt;br /&gt;can you hear the cries?!&lt;br /&gt;of all the lost hearts and souls?&lt;br /&gt;the one's whose love was their goal?&lt;br /&gt;well that's what happens when you drink it's lies,&lt;br /&gt;it carves you out and burns your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;love is just a lie!&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather hear the truth, i'd rather cry,&lt;br /&gt;than being lied to for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;if you loved me than why aren't you here?&lt;br /&gt;why'd you scar me and leave me in fear?&lt;br /&gt;love is something we cant explain ,&lt;br /&gt;it twists your organs and plays your brain.&lt;br /&gt;it makes you feel like you are sorted,&lt;br /&gt;but in reality it makes you distorted.&lt;br /&gt;when i say i love you, you know it's a lie&lt;br /&gt;so why bother, why even try?&lt;br /&gt;why play me? why leave me for dead?&lt;br /&gt;it's all because of what you said.&lt;br /&gt;you said you loved me and that was a lie,&lt;br /&gt;if it were true wouldn't i still be alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shortney&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Want more? Click &lt;a href="http://www.poemofquotes.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-8207605645226903758?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8207605645226903758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=8207605645226903758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8207605645226903758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8207605645226903758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/03/bitterness-and-ecstacy.html' title='bitterness and ecstasy'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4968138384841712257</id><published>2009-02-22T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:33:21.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pink panther 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>Review: The Pink Panther 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SaENclQVJJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/pf2Wa8YNdoo/s1600-h/pink-panther-2-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SaENclQVJJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/pf2Wa8YNdoo/s320/pink-panther-2-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305536620707259538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RATING: 2/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sequel to Inspector Jacques Clouseau's hilarious adventures in the first movie was sort of...lame. There were only a few scenes where I had a decent 'laugh'. The plot is predictable (diba Ate Reg? hehe), and so are the jokes. It's as shallow as those teeny detective movies we've seen. The casting was even lame, except maybe the pretty Bollywood princess, Aishwarya Rai Bachchan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched the first movie, so I can't quite compare the two. Still, I'm curious how &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; would rate this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-4968138384841712257?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4968138384841712257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4968138384841712257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4968138384841712257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4968138384841712257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/02/review-pink-panther-2.html' title='Review: The Pink Panther 2'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SaENclQVJJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/pf2Wa8YNdoo/s72-c/pink-panther-2-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-7752044301267567865</id><published>2009-02-17T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:06:56.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baga jud?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was not what I wanted to happen. But, tough shit, it did happen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yesterday, NTLDR was missing. AGAIN. And I had to call my brother just to make him fix the computer. My brother did his best, but I guess his best wasn't good enough. Haaaay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now, as expected, the computer was still is not in its tiptop condition, so I did the worst thing I could ever do: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to tutor in a noisy, crowded internet shop&lt;/span&gt;. Although it was our shop, it was still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kakahiya&lt;/span&gt;. The good thing was, my audio settings were better (compared &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa bahay&lt;/span&gt;), probably because of a better internet connection on the shop's server. Also, it has been two months since I last visited this place (haha), so it was a good way to 'bond' with the shop.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So imagine me, with my headset on, saying "teacher stuff", and people looking at me like I was a sick, geeky lunatic. Ha ha exagge! Well, the point is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naulaw jud ko&lt;/span&gt;. Thankfully I worked for only an hour, so the freak show was a short one. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyhow, I just had the best weekend for the month. Three parties, three nights of pure bliss. All in a row. It doesn't happen everyday, so tinodo ko na. As what Joie's dad said, "Kailangan niyo rin mag-relax once in a while". And my favorite one was, "you need to relax...so you read pocketbooks. When you're in school, during your free time, read more pocketbooks." Good luck jud. Tagalog romance, anyone? Haha jokeness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tsk, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dili jud ko maka &lt;/span&gt;get over&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sa kaganina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;Good heavens, save my soul.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-7752044301267567865?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7752044301267567865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=7752044301267567865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7752044301267567865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7752044301267567865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/02/baga-jud.html' title='Baga jud?'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-5530360521120211935</id><published>2009-02-11T19:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:24:41.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>*ting* shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whew! It was extremely exhausting. I just had my first exam in Trigonometry (yes, first, and it's past mid-semester already. ha ha) and believe me, the exam was way, way more than it's 50-point value. It's like I had two long exams in one sitting! But, thankfully, it's over now. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One busy day...", I thought. After my 8:30 am class, I was supposed to go downtown immediately to pay some bills, but then I ended up eating in the school cafeteria and stayed there for an hour. It was OK since my batchmates were there and we had to discuss matters about our batch shirt and our Valentines Party this friday. But I was running out of time, so I had to leave them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was told by my batchmate that my Biotechnology professor wasn't around. Yay! No class for the rest of the day. And so, I went downtown, deposited some money in the bank for our Internet Cafe payables and withdrew some hot cash. I was thinking of buying the most important stuff but ended up having the 'unnecessary ones'. Tsk tsk tsk, I was fooled by the glimmer of shopping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the loot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pair of Aviator sunglasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;silver necklace with a big fishbone pendant (this is cute!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a pair of pearl earrings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;purple tunic dress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;striped black-and-white dress with black short-sleeve cardigan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a black stamp watch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a wide, white studded belt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lacoste Touch of Pink (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I got hungry so I grabbed a bite at Shakey's. The total expense amounted to PhpX,XXX.XX! OMG, I am slowly becoming a shopaholic. Although I have a job and I get paid for it, I still need to save up. I'm not gonna bring huge amounts of cash the next time I go shopping, I promise!&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/508763135106164954-5530360521120211935?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5530360521120211935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=5530360521120211935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5530360521120211935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5530360521120211935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/02/ting-shopping.html' title='*ting* shopping!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2345427804819937719</id><published>2009-02-08T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:18:43.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess it's easier for you to swallow if i sat and smiled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's amazing how &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; could easily prejudge situations, never even bothering to know the real issues behind those stories. It's amazing how these rumors are so preposterous and how they spread like wildfire. It's even more amazing when the one person you confided in and laughed with for a looong time, could become the one person who would destroy you piece by piece, and would even snicker behind your back at the thought of you crashing down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's sad. I guess I didn't knew you "that" well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2345427804819937719?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2345427804819937719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2345427804819937719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2345427804819937719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2345427804819937719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-it-easier-for-you-to-swallow-if-i.html' title='guess it&amp;#39;s easier for you to swallow if i sat and smiled.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-1084717577909713256</id><published>2009-01-14T14:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:52:00.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on skipping classes and tonsillitis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...and I skipped my Biotech (MST 5) class again. This morning I attended both my PE and Trigonometry classes but I was constantly dozing off. I wasn't able to sleep last night probably because of the energy drink that I chugged down to make me alert during my tutoring classes. On the other hand, I have tonsillitis and it's a bit hard for me to sleep. I went home after my trigo class, took a nap for 2-and-a-half hours but it wasn't enough so I slept through my whole Biotech period. Tsk tsk, I even promised myself NEVER to skip classes anymore at the start of the year. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't been writing for quite a long time, I will be doing reviews on three food establishments that I visited during my frequent trips to downtown Davao (bills! bills! bills!). My mother doesn't even know I am spoiling myself with these stuff using her money. He he he...I'll see you soon.&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/508763135106164954-1084717577909713256?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1084717577909713256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=1084717577909713256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1084717577909713256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1084717577909713256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-skipping-classes-and-tonsillitis.html' title='on skipping classes and tonsillitis.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-1783276186609108295</id><published>2008-12-19T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:59:58.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RareJob: Get Paid at Home!</title><content type='html'>I am working in an online English tutorial service for foreigners and currently, there are more students than the tutors. So if you're interested, please read below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomohisa Kato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO&lt;br /&gt;RareJob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10,000 - 15,000 Pesos&lt;/span&gt; monthly by teaching English at home?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RareJob&lt;/span&gt; is an online tutorial service which connects tutors who live in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_2"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_3"&gt;Japanese people&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_4"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;, who would like to learn the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_5"&gt;English language&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After TV Tokyo, the national TV network in Japan made feature of us, the number of RareJob students increased. Because of this, we definitely need more tutors to work with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merits of working in RareJob:&lt;br /&gt;   - Good salary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - You can work at home, if you have PC and broadband connection (DSL is preferable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - We use flexitime. You can decide on how many days and how many per day you will work with us in a week. You can work at &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_6"&gt;8pm&lt;/span&gt;-12mn nightly or -11am on weekends, so that you can effectively spend your time ( e.x. after your full time job, etc).You can work on any day of the week as agreed by the RareJob personnel and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - You will have a lot of interaction experience with foreigners, which will benefit you in your future &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_7"&gt;job hunting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - You can teach well even if you do not have any experience in tutoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Material with tutor instruction are provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Tutor training will be conducted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Requirements:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Male/female U.P. student/graduate/alumnae/alumni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has interest in tutoring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has PC at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have or will have broadband connection at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be on time when you have lesson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, please register to the RareJob website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rarejob.com/professional/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_8"&gt;http://www.rarejob.com/professional/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and kindly send to &lt;a ymailto="mailto:personnel@rarejob.com" href="mailto:personnel@rarejob.com"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_9"&gt;personnel@rarejob.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a scanned copy of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;  your most recent form 5A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  UP student/instructor ID&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  TCG or TOR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check who among your acquaintances are RareJob tutors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_10"&gt;http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_11"&gt;http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_12"&gt;http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_13"&gt;http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_14"&gt;http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_15"&gt;http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=7" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_16"&gt;http://www.rarejob.com/teacher.php?page=7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions, please ask our personnel thru a text message, or a call to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_17"&gt;09178659028&lt;/span&gt;. If you like to call, make the call from &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1229690023_18"&gt;6pm&lt;/span&gt;-12mn. You can also send your applications, CVs, and resumes to &lt;a ymailto="mailto:personnel@rarejob.com" href="mailto:personnel@rarejob.com"&gt;personnel@rarejob.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomohisa Kato&lt;br /&gt;CEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RareJob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rarejob.com/professional/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.rarejob.com/professional/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-1783276186609108295?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rarejob.com/professional' title='RareJob: Get Paid at Home!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1783276186609108295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=1783276186609108295&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1783276186609108295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1783276186609108295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/12/rarejob-get-paid-at-home.html' title='RareJob: Get Paid at Home!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2819978031535126486</id><published>2008-12-09T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:45:35.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a temporary madness</title><content type='html'>  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Captain Corelli's Mandolin&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is the beauty of the soul&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hala sige..love napud. skwela sa ui. hehe peace!&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2819978031535126486?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2819978031535126486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2819978031535126486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2819978031535126486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2819978031535126486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/12/temporary-madness.html' title='a temporary madness'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-659815716344131120</id><published>2008-11-20T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:30:34.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta get through this.</title><content type='html'>A hundred and forty-six minutes ago, I made the toughest decision so far this semester. It may come as a surprise to some but I do hope that in the end I will be able to prove my worth to others and to myself. It was sudden--I myself thought it was hasty. But I'm ready. Yes, I'm ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-659815716344131120?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/659815716344131120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=659815716344131120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/659815716344131120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/659815716344131120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/11/gotta-get-through-this.html' title='gotta get through this.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-1633100777827687398</id><published>2008-11-15T22:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:25:51.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers Unite for Refugees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://unite.blogcatalog.com/" title="Bloggers Unite - Blogging For Hope"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.blogcatalog.com/unite/badges/081110/refugeesunite_8.jpg" alt="Bloggers Unite" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://unite.blogcatalog.com/" title="Bloggers Unite - Blogging For Hope"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.blogcatalog.com/unite/badges/081110/refugeesunite_12.jpg" alt="Bloggers Unite" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last November 10, &lt;a href="http://blogcatalog.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BlogCatalog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--a social network for bloggers--attempted to unite its members for Refugees United. Since I am a member of this network, I will do my part on sharing information about refugees, even though I am a bit late to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refugees United&lt;/span&gt; is a non-profit organization that helps refugees to locate their families and friends through the use of the World Wide Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;refugee&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Main Entry: &lt;b&gt;ref·u·gee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: &lt;tt&gt;"re-fyu-'jE&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Function: &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; an individual seeking refuge or asylum; &lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; an individual who has left his or her native country and is unwilling or unable to return to it because of persecution or fear of persecution (as because of race, religion, membership in a particular social group, or political opinion).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countries from all over the world who had experienced war, political chaos, civil conflict, religion and racial issues all have these fugitives. Sometimes, or most of the time I guess, these people were forced into exile to another country and were separated from their friends and loved ones. It's such a heartbreaking scenario...just like in the movies. And when they want to go back, they couldn't. Afraid that something might go wrong again. Terrified of the start of another confusion. Or worse--they do not know where their families have gone. They have no homes to go back to, no one to help them find the people they care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read many posts of my blogmates in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BlogCatalog&lt;/span&gt; and found some interesting, sad and heartwarming stories on the life of refugees. You can find their blog links &lt;a href="http://www.blogcatalog.com/group/bloggers-unite/discuss/entry/refugees-unite-you-can-post-your-link-here"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; but I think you can only open them if you're a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BlogCatalog&lt;/span&gt; member. Let us all take the advantage of using Internet to inform and share about refugees and help &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Refugees United&lt;/span&gt; to reunite broken families and restore hope to people. We may not be able to help them personally but we do have the power to relay the information. Do your part now and make a big step to heal the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-1633100777827687398?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1633100777827687398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=1633100777827687398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1633100777827687398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1633100777827687398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloggers-unite-for-refugees.html' title='Bloggers Unite for Refugees'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4753607155147532853</id><published>2008-11-13T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:38:39.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you love me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SRxmZOXXF2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/n4WR2KtjAi0/s1600-h/gossip_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SRxmZOXXF2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/n4WR2KtjAi0/s320/gossip_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268198247655479138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has been going on lately...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've become a fan of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;. I really have no intention at the first place to watch this seemingly shallow TV series (oops! sorry for that). But then as time passed by and as &lt;a href="http://enael.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s lovely GG icons continually bewitch me, I took the dare and downloaded the first season of Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I noticed was the voice talent for "the" Gossip Girl. Her voice was so clear and crisp without sounding like a newscaster. It was undoubtedly feminine and classy, with just the right hint of mystery that leaves us craving for more tattle. Second, the characters. They have these looks in their faces that would surely make them one of the elite crowd, with a stash of skeletons hiding in their closets. Third, soundtrack. I commend the music director for choosing just the right songs for the right episodes. The songs create a modish yet rebellious ambiance for the viewers. It's either the songs enrage you with Blair's bitchiness or they break your heart with the twisty love stories of the characters. Whatever it is, the music puts you to the extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the show went bombs in the U.S. Ratings, Gossip Girl surely has enthralled many Filipino teenagers. Well, was it the gossip thing, the "hot" characters...or what? I'm yet to see more. XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-4753607155147532853?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4753607155147532853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4753607155147532853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4753607155147532853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4753607155147532853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-you-love-me.html' title='you know you love me.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SRxmZOXXF2I/AAAAAAAAAe4/n4WR2KtjAi0/s72-c/gossip_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-7291757684082479027</id><published>2008-11-07T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:07:26.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one reason to view my blog history</title><content type='html'>While browsing through some of my old blog posts, I found this comment from a friend (from a post that made a 'stir' in my cyber life). He actually also found this quote on the Web and I was thinking that I might share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;/span&gt; Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-7291757684082479027?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7291757684082479027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=7291757684082479027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7291757684082479027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7291757684082479027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/11/while-browsing-through-some-of-my-old.html' title='one reason to view my blog history'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-8854752782885362442</id><published>2008-10-31T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:49:40.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>promise, i won't rant.</title><content type='html'>I've been in and out of the house just to pay bills, bills, bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been the bookkeeper of our small business, a task that I'm totally not into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated myself to a 'luxurious' hair treatment, only finding out that they wrecked my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cleaning dog poop and piss every single hour for a matter of weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been worrying about when, where and how to get money to finance our expenses, which I don't normally do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not enrolled for the second semester for a lot of reasons. Though I'm intending to do so, of course, since my registration had already been checked and assessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and hopefully, I won't find myself complaining about these huge responsibilities they gave me. Well, the next time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-8854752782885362442?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8854752782885362442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=8854752782885362442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8854752782885362442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8854752782885362442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/promise-i-wont-rant.html' title='promise, i won&apos;t rant.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4448521354617772351</id><published>2008-10-28T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:30:28.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elements of style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>The Elements of Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SQaF_h83LOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7IqRPu0YUYM/s1600-h/9780205309023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SQaF_h83LOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7IqRPu0YUYM/s320/9780205309023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262040541120900322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I consider this book as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the bible&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since fifth grade in elementary up to my last year in high school, I've been part of our school publication, Excelsior (elementary, English) and The Blue Bugle (high school, English). My mom had this good book, if not the best, and I started leafing through the pages. It's a thin book but I think it's not appropriate if I call it a booklet. But, it's "handy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you need to remind yourself of when writing is packed in this handy book. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strunk&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;'s insights inspired me to write with simplicity when I thought writing with fancy words and frivolousness made my work extreme. Rather, it only made my readers get confused and irritated with the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! What more can I say...this book is a must-buy. It came in handy for me when I was writing my news articles for our paper. And since I am the associate editor, copyreader and headline writer packed in one great body (haha), this book also became my best bud. Maybe the best writers I know also use this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The points are easy to comprehend. When you're reading it, it's like you're having an actual conversation-slash-lecture-slash-tutorial with the author. Examples are also given to provide emphasis for the topic. Some also come as witty remarks and can make you smirk once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you still don't have this, and you really, badly need 'fixation', you better get one now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-4448521354617772351?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4448521354617772351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4448521354617772351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4448521354617772351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4448521354617772351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/elements-of-style.html' title='The Elements of Style'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SQaF_h83LOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7IqRPu0YUYM/s72-c/9780205309023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4072762320626273116</id><published>2008-10-23T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:15:37.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>here tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So long to you my love&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to run away&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need you here inside&lt;br /&gt;I need you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I really, really need you here tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made up my mind on this&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late for me to hold you back&lt;br /&gt;Maybe too short or dumb&lt;br /&gt;To cry for you but I will anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all my fault&lt;br /&gt;To feel this way for you that day&lt;br /&gt;I know I am and I will&lt;br /&gt;Though it's wrong, so wrong, so wrong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need you here inside&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I really, really need you here tonight…Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need you here inside&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;I really, really need you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need you here inside&lt;br /&gt;Oh I need you, I need you&lt;br /&gt;I really, really need you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-4072762320626273116?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4072762320626273116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4072762320626273116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4072762320626273116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4072762320626273116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-tonight.html' title='here tonight.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-363985625581221548</id><published>2008-10-21T22:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:40:11.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music meme'/><title type='text'>we're feeling so good, just the way that we would.</title><content type='html'>Got this mantra from &lt;a href="http://emotionalfuckwit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mikko&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really b-o-r-e-d so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MissLylee&lt;/span&gt; here made the hell out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;1. Put Your iTunes/Windows Media Player/ETC on Shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;   2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;   3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS. no cheating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;   4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;   5. Put this on your journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says, “Is this okay?” You say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Shooting Stars"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If it's the only way to keep you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I dont want to break you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm losing grip again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[unsay konek? but it's kinda positive, somehow.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"I Could Not Ask For More"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lying here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smiling just to see the smile upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the moments I'll remember all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found all I've waited for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I could not ask for more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[haha..was that myself?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"I Want To Hold Your Hand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah i tell you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think you'll understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i say that something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wanna hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[hala ui..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Come On Get Higher"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss the sound of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loudest thing in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I ache to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the violent, sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect words that you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[i don't think it makes sense. what does 'higher' here mean? haha perve.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Smile At Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you knot me on my scene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time you smile at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At me? at me?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[??? No idea.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Crushcrushcrush"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want to play it like a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, come on, come on, let's play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Than have to forget you for one whole minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[waaah..kayo ha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"When It rains"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when it rains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you always find an escape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just running away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From all of the ones who love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[wait..are u even hiding?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"All Dressed Up In Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I covered the pain up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With lots of MAC make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I can't help but blush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All dressed up in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[waaaah. all i think about is love? well, see the post below! haha. :p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Beautiful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every day is so wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And suddenly, it's hard to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now and then, I get insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From all the fame, I'm so ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am beautiful no matter what they say..words won't bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[hmm beautiful equation?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Adore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't mean to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But Every time you come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Feel more alive, than ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[naks. labyu dang.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Sabihin Mo Na"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lahat naman tayo'y nagkakamali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinong di magsasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mgunit papaano babawi sa pagkakamali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un ang mahalaga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[oooooh..this is serious.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Ready For You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, You take my heart away with Your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I am willing to put on my faith in Your plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come and take my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make my soul refreshed in truth now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am ready for You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my heart and make me new now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am ready for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to come and fill my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[hmmm..i'm for the LORD jud]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"We Are Broken"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause we are broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What must we do to restore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And oh the promise we adored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[centrum..i want to be complete.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"I Kissed A Girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was never the way I planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not my intention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got so brave, drink in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost my discretion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not what, I'm used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just wanna try you on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm curious for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught my attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[ewwww..never!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Let The Flames Begin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how we'll dance when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When they try to take us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how we'll sing out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is how we'll stand when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When they burn our houses down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what will be, oh glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[ngek. napaka morbid.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Middle Middle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone's alive and well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yea we're doing fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as there's no time to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're healthy, yea we're healthy still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't save you from evenings you spent weeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behind locked doors where no one has to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[:) lavet.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Kung Wala Ka"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natapos na ang lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nandito parin ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hetong nakatulala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa mundo, Sa mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi mo maiisip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi mo makikita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mga pangarap ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para sa'yo, para sa'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[wa may konek ui.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"I Wish You Knew This Song Was About You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This bedroom light distracts my stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I find it hard to keep still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is so still, like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wont have to wait for long before I start to see that your the only thing that works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you stay,keep this evening calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ill shield you from this night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ill make everything alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will you make sure the door is locked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We wont have to talk, as long as you are here with me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[so what's the fear?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"My Future Decided"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My eyes on all of the above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My soul secure in all you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My minds made up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you are the only one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, savior, in my life you are everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My future decided, I will praise your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know that I am, I am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I know that that I am, I am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[cute.. haha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Fences"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, yeah you're asking for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With every breath that you breathe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just breathe it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You do all this, big talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So now let's see you walk it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I said let's see you walk it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[waaaah! hahahahahah no comment.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Nine In The Afternoon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down to our feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Losing the feeling of feeling unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[wooh. walang konek ang iba. had a great time answering this though.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-363985625581221548?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/363985625581221548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=363985625581221548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/363985625581221548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/363985625581221548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-feeling-so-good-just-way-that-we.html' title='we&apos;re feeling so good, just the way that we would.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4575946172401261759</id><published>2008-10-21T12:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:11:20.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>the unfathomable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What is love?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you reading this, I'm sure that you have been asked of  this question at least once in your life. How do you define love? Does that definition embrace all aspects of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not know what love really means, or if it could really be defined. But somehow we try, piece by piece. And then we could connect those pieces, and give love a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Love is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being happy for the other person when they are happy, being sad for the person when they are sad, being together in good times and being together in bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is being honest with yourself at all times, telling, listening, and respecting the truth, and never pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an understanding that is so complete that you feel as if you are a part of the other person just the way they are and not trying to change them into something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Love is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the freedom to pursue your own desires while sharing your experiences with the other person, the growth of the individual alongside of, and together with the growth of another individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the excitement of planning things together and the excitement of doing things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Love is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the fury of the storm, the calm in the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is giving and taking in a daily situation, being patient with each other's needs and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Love is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that the other person will always be with you regardless of what happens, missing the other person when they are away but remaining near in the heart at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the source of strength..&lt;br /&gt;of reality..of unity..&lt;br /&gt;and of success.&lt;br /&gt;It is the source of the future..&lt;br /&gt;and of passion.&lt;br /&gt;Of sharing..and of security.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the source of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Love is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-4575946172401261759?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4575946172401261759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4575946172401261759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4575946172401261759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4575946172401261759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/unfathomable.html' title='the unfathomable.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2104333854259762698</id><published>2008-10-17T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:48:56.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPiecgoKCDsAAEzi8BA1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPie2QoKCDsAAFguOO01"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPifkAoKCDsAAHQFVNo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPif6goKCDsAAH9uomI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;"finally..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPif6goKCDsAAH9uomI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPih0AoKCDsAAEF2rok1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPih0AoKCDsAAEF2rok1/plane.jpg?et=Zd25a03VmQrqbTj9Ymudkw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPifkAoKCDsAAHQFVNo1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPif6goKCDsAAH9uomI1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPif6goKCDsAAH9uomI1/06.png?et=ysfLTU12XcLS6FKMrd4jAw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPie2QoKCDsAAFguOO01"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPifkAoKCDsAAHQFVNo1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPifkAoKCDsAAHQFVNo1/02.png?et=ceZVDllMf%2CZcAYZgwRrWZg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPie2QoKCDsAAFguOO01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPie2QoKCDsAAFguOO01/04.png?et=TqNp99zaJNV%2CBp21ZObgJA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SPiecgoKCDsAAEzi8BA1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SPiecgoKCDsAAEzi8BA1/0.png?et=iBmhc%2Ch7rwoNqx%2CMpyfVig&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have anything to give you on your day (for many reasons), maybe I'll just give you some space in my magical blog. hehe. Anyway, you have a very bonggacious gift already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:garamond,adobe garamond;font-size:180%;"  &gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;p&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;p&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;B&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rt&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck. Keep safe always. May GOD Bless You!&lt;br /&gt;(...and I still envy how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sosyal&lt;/span&gt; your workplace is. haha)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2104333854259762698?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2104333854259762698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2104333854259762698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2104333854259762698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2104333854259762698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/one.html' title='ONE.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-5794452372366996572</id><published>2008-10-13T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:11:57.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5, 4, 3, 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-style: italic;"&gt;"i wish i had your strength. but don't worry, everything will be fine..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haaaaaay life. people come...and people go. nothing is permanent (except change, of course).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;haaaaay life. sembreak man unta. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-5794452372366996572?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5794452372366996572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=5794452372366996572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5794452372366996572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5794452372366996572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-4-3-2.html' title='5, 4, 3, 2...'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2135884384315251464</id><published>2008-09-24T19:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:57:16.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>seven.........six...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I smiled at the idea that you were staying...even for a while. You see, I am still fearing the same scenario that happened not so long ago. The time when I did not want you to close your doors...no, never. We were younger then, hearts softer. So maybe we've learned of that and said 'yes' this time. And maybe...just maybe...we're ready."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've learned since first grade that everyone is unique, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do people have to care SO MUCH???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2135884384315251464?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2135884384315251464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2135884384315251464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2135884384315251464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2135884384315251464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/sevensix.html' title='seven.........six...........'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-1334119376964196863</id><published>2008-09-18T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:21:47.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daphne loves derby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle middle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>...nine...eight.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"i hope you know that i'm really sad we had a spat for two days straight now. you haven't talked to me since and i know you feel bad, too. then i saw you a while ago, your eyes didn't gleam the way they did when you found out your good news. this may not sound like me, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i missed you&lt;/span&gt;...and i'll be missing you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSS. A song popped in my head. This is one of the few songs I love from this band. Voc's not 'that' amazing, but I love how they construct their lyrics. This is for you, for the one i missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Daphne Loves Derby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Middle Middle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s alive but ill&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take deep breaths&lt;br /&gt;And lock the doors so no one&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so no one has to know&lt;br /&gt;I can say I’m doing well&lt;br /&gt;As long as, as long as I can see the room&lt;br /&gt;from the grave yard shift she turns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I was too ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I was just too weak to save her&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn’t care&lt;br /&gt;No! she doesn’t care&lt;br /&gt;Please let me take your pain away for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s alive and well&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’re doing fine&lt;br /&gt;As long as there’s no time to cry&lt;br /&gt;We’re healthy, yeah we’re healthy still&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't save you from evenings we spend weeping&lt;br /&gt;Behind locked doors where no one has to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I was too ashamed&lt;br /&gt;I was just too weak to save her&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn’t care&lt;br /&gt;No! she doesn’t care&lt;br /&gt;Please let me take your pain away for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s doing fine&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we can stay healthy as long as there’s no time to cry&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping, I was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That we could someday change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-1334119376964196863?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1334119376964196863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=1334119376964196863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1334119376964196863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1334119376964196863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/nineeight.html' title='...nine...eight.....'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-6987024618926997048</id><published>2008-09-12T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:49:52.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going away'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>ten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey there..I heard you'll be going away for a long while. Unexpectedly, the feeling was bland when I found that out. I don't know why, but I'm thinking if it is because I will miss you or that I'm just used to it. You've always been getting out of doors...and coming back again. But this time, it's for real. Not for good, but I'm sure it's a long wait."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A few hours ago, I attended a worship community. Realizations? Let me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always attending Sunday mass, but I guess, it's not really enough. I came from a Catholic school, was a volunteer catechist during my senior year, and had topped the Bible Quiz (hehe, hambugera), but something hit me: it's been a year (and counting) since I've been spiritually active. Since I entered UP, I never had time to work out my spiritual health. Not that I blame UP, it's just that I was 'preoccupied' with things like acads and my social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy a few hours ago, and never did I felt tired. Maybe it's time to go back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-6987024618926997048?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6987024618926997048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=6987024618926997048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6987024618926997048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6987024618926997048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/ten.html' title='ten.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-5886957689011190259</id><published>2008-09-10T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:22:00.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>miss you, more than you'll ever know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SMfyYd4k4KI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MJSwVZPjNlk/s1600-h/1_853173272l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SMfyYd4k4KI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MJSwVZPjNlk/s400/1_853173272l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244426793248940194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;...FRIENDS...&lt;br /&gt;know the song in your heart&lt;br /&gt;and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Though we're living different lives now, I'm still happy. Because I know for sure, we'll still be seeing each other..soon.&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/508763135106164954-5886957689011190259?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5886957689011190259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=5886957689011190259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5886957689011190259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5886957689011190259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/miss-you-more-than-youll-ever-know.html' title='miss you, more than you&apos;ll ever know.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SMfyYd4k4KI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MJSwVZPjNlk/s72-c/1_853173272l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-341600565969638258</id><published>2008-09-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:04:21.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiling..</title><content type='html'>..just because. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-341600565969638258?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/341600565969638258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=341600565969638258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/341600565969638258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/341600565969638258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/smiling.html' title='smiling..'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-681576279619136333</id><published>2008-09-02T08:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:49:49.592+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine intervention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>oh please do intervene!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK. I've been waiting patiently for my brain cells to work so that I could type. I have this sudden urge to write today, but what would it be about? Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a Botany class today at 8 in the morning and I did not attend it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NTH&lt;/span&gt; time. Then here I am, instead of mulling over at those photocopied lecture notes and that heavy, hardbound Chang's Chemistry book, I am much more worried at the fact that I am worried over what to type here. Type, delete, type, delete, type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm drowning again at the thought of my acads. What is happening to my school life right now? Reminiscing over those bluebooks cautioned me that my grades are going down, down, down! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is MOTIVATION and INSPIRATION when I need them the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerdance days are over, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hell time is here again&lt;/span&gt;. Need to cope up FAST! and I must always, ALWAYS remind myself that&lt;br /&gt;I will pass CHEM 16.&lt;br /&gt;I will pass CHEM 16.&lt;br /&gt;I will pass CHEM 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will pass CHEM 16&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/508763135106164954-681576279619136333?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/681576279619136333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=681576279619136333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/681576279619136333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/681576279619136333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-please-do-intervene.html' title='oh please do intervene!'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-7002353653986423586</id><published>2008-08-31T07:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:11:39.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>every other tear.</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and realized i had just made my life more complicated and miserable than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When would I ever learn??&lt;br /&gt;LORD, I need you so much now. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-7002353653986423586?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7002353653986423586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=7002353653986423586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7002353653986423586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7002353653986423586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/every-other-tear.html' title='every other tear.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-7157043478048068766</id><published>2008-08-24T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:35:45.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mantra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesmay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>UP kong mahal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was supposed to answer this mantra yesterday but my family planned to go out since it's Kadayawan. But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;UP student ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Opo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;UPCAT passer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ay hindi, ipinagpilitan ko lang ang sarili ko sa paaralang `yon. [sarcastic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Student number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2007-56*87&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Course? Major?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BS Biology. Sophie pa ako eh, so ala pang major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Do you really like it there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't really know. Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Is this your first choice of campus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Why or why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mainly because my mom already bought a house near UP Min. Another reason is that, UP Dil costs much much more than UP Min's tuition fees. Pahamak na TOFI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;San-san ka nag-apply na colleges/universities?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sa UP lang. Ewan ko din kung bakit. Parang napaka-confident ko noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dumadalaw ka pa ba sa UP or dadalaw ka pa ba kahit grad ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oo, why not. OK din kasi dun, di ka mahahalatang outsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The best thing about UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No class on mondays. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What do you miss or you're going to miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ate Sabing's, bluebooks, freedom walls, TuronTo, the Wildlife(!) Lab, the Iska life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Fave place mo do'n? Bakit yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Soccer field. Kasi bukod sa soccer, marami pa kaming nagagawang kalokohan dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Fave day mo? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- monday. kasi nga walang pasok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Fave building? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CSM (College of Science and Mathematics), kasi dun ang buhay ko. char.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Least fave building? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As if naman ang daming buildings dun. Pero ayoko nung Himati Office, kasi marami akong nakikitang ahas malapit dun. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Memorize mo ba yung UP Hymn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- `Di masyado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Paborito mong prof?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Rasco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bakit siya/sila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kasi matalinong bata eh. Suuuper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Pinaka-ayaw mong prof?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ms. Medicine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bakit siya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kasi naman eh, she makes things oh-so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Naglalakad ka ba lagi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- AS IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Madalas ka ba sa lib pag vacant mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hindi masyado, inaabutan lang ako ng antok dun. Malamig kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sino chancellor sa UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Si Dr. Gilda Carballo-Rivero po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;If you weren't in UP, nasaan ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aba, ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sa tingin mo, malaki ba ang maitutulong ng UP sayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oo naman. Marami kasing 'bias' sa mundong ito. Hehe joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Nagchi-cheer ka ba ng "Go UP!!"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sa UAAP cheerdance. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anong masasabi mo kay Oble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Naked and sacred. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Gano ka na katagal nagaaral sa UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- two and a half semesters, and one summer class na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ano masasabi mo sa mga kaklase mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hindi ko sila maintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Eh sa classroom niyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh c'mon, andami ko pong classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Anong floor classroom niyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- first, second, underground, floating, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;San ka madalas kumakain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kina Mana Lydia at sa TuronTo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ano inoorder mo dun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sa first, demure na lunch. Sa second, turon, banana cue, at kahit anong maisipan kong papakin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Kumakain ka ba ng street food sa labas ng campus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Minsan, pag gusto ko ng amoeba sa tiyan. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Eh anong college ang may pinakamagandang bldg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CHSS. Bago kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Inggit ka naman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Slight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;May PE ka pa ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wala! T.T Leche kasi yung Chem ko na class, pina drop ba naman ako ng PE. Haay naku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Kung meron, ano un?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- :-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Masaya ka naman ba sa PE mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oo, nung nag table tennis ako, kasi naka-uno. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bayad ka na ba sa tuition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bumili ka na ba ng UP jacket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hindi, bakit, bibilhan mo ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;May balak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ikaw, meron?? Sige na, masaya yan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Eh ung t-shirts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wala din, kahit PE shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;May balak ka rin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meron sana. Pero pangit kasi ang designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Nakapagpa-picture ka na ba kay Oble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aba nakakatakot yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ilang beses na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bakit kaya madaming turista dumadayo sa campus natin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kasi...bago sa kanilang paningin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Natry mo na bang dasalan mga rebulto sa UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Di pa. Nakakapagpataas ba sila ng grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;CS/US ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oo. [libre ang mangarap]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;May org ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Kung meron, ano/anu-ano? Kung wala, bakit wala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- BioS [Biology Society], tsaka ADBM [Association of Davao Biology Majors].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;May balak ka pa bang sumali sa ibang org? Ano/anu-ano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oo, sa isang kilalang Greek letter society sana, pero di ako sure. Dun nalang sa isa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-7157043478048068766?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7157043478048068766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=7157043478048068766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7157043478048068766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7157043478048068766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/up-kong-mahal.html' title='UP kong mahal.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2214117597830618718</id><published>2008-08-20T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:48:40.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not good at soccer. I am not good at volleyball. Neither do I play basketball, badminton, tennis, name it. My Tagalog sucks as hell. I don't and can't play the guitar. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEAK&lt;/span&gt;. I am not always in tiptop shape. My hair is just messy. I am not as brilliant as you might think. I am neither smart nor bright. I have many secrets and I'm not telling anybody. I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOSER&lt;/span&gt; at almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm trying here. I'm trying to please &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; so I could keep up to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, though &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are oblivious of this f***ing competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was your own perspective of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm sorry, this is all I am and that's all I can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am just ranting..i hope.&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/508763135106164954-2214117597830618718?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2214117597830618718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2214117597830618718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/not.html' title='not...'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-8631881040129618849</id><published>2008-08-18T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:21:41.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagum city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roofdeck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tough shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesmay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>photograph.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been mumbling "tough shit" for the nth time now. I don't know how but it just popped out of my mind this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I missed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagum City&lt;/span&gt;. It's been quite a time since I last visited my hometown (two months ago, perhaps). There are too many things that I remember, at the same pace at how I try to forget the pain. Oh sheep, I'm starting to get mushy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tagum City memories are captured in three things.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mahiwagang Kaldero&lt;/span&gt;. We have this metal rice pot back in Tagum that's somehow 'magical'. It's small (just like the size of a medium Selecta tub) and the fullest you can cook is about 5 cups of rice. Whenever we start to eat cooked rice from it, from the mere fact that are four hungry mouths at home, matagal talaga siya nauubos. I just can't imagine how a small kaldero can feed four big eaters and still have something left for later meals. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roofdeck&lt;/span&gt;. Aligned with the gutter of our unpainted roof is a deck. It's really a simple deck--unadorned and not much frills but the foliage of our tall palm tree and the chips and cracks of the cement courtesy of acid rains and the sun. Our roofdeck became a witness to our many rendezvous: tambayan and inuman with classmates, family moonlight dinners, open fora with friends, backstabbing sessions, and just plain lying-on-my-back-watching-the-stars mode. Ahlaveet. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roadtrip&lt;/span&gt;. Tagum is a small city, but we still enjoy the roads and make fun out of it. My classmates had cars back then, and if the parents would let them, we would drive our asses off to anywhere the steering wheel takes us. We made the most of what we had. Even if we didn't have 'nuff money, we still get to sneak to out to the beach or stop at a dead street and just laugh the night out. We had so much fun even though we anticipate the eternal sermons the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew we didn't have much time. We don't even know where the others are right now. Somehow, the fun times keep flashing on our minds because we know we're coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I missed my friends. I miss our house. I miss Tagum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, after some time of sharing a piece of my life with you, I remembered I still have to work on those bottle caps. Mine didn't even got close to 300 pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some more. And that's...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;tough shit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-8631881040129618849?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8631881040129618849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=8631881040129618849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8631881040129618849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8631881040129618849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/photograph.html' title='photograph.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-3025775792684242728</id><published>2008-08-06T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:27:11.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fungi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botany 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devon aoki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesmay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malubay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyle malubay'/><title type='text'>just got botanical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJj-9woKCDsAAGZFcwo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkATwoKCDsAAGa8fLY1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkAwwoKCDsAAHUs@Kw1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkBgwoKCDsAAAaUdZM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkBxgoKCDsAAAzPJKc1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkCaAoKCDsAABoqep41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkCvwoKCDsAACD3yys1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkCzQoKCDsAACTT5ds1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkEbQoKCDsAAEXWdyE1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkFYAoKCDsAAFqKHtA1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkG3woKCDsAAHu2hqg1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkICgoKCDsAABkEFGM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkKkwoKCDsAAFjyitE1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkLIgoKCDsAAGe9EcE1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkLiAoKCDsAAHQQbmE1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkL@AoKCDsAAH4RPP01"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkMQgoKCDsAAAeKmEc1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkNfgoKCDsAACp1Y5U1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all started with this piece of junk, er, wood hanging on two metal wires in our backyard. I was washing my clothes and I saw those miniature 'things' again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkNfgoKCDsAACp1Y5U1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkN6woKCDsAADE8mSQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkN6woKCDsAADE8mSQ1/Woot-011ii.jpg?et=0l75phLpoULKCOfLYeabhg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunate enough, our camera was taking its vacation here (yay!). So I took the liberty of taking shots of these organisms that we had discussed in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Botany 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, they're &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;clickable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkMQgoKCDsAAAeKmEc1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkNfgoKCDsAACp1Y5U1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkNfgoKCDsAACp1Y5U1/Woot-001ii.jpg?et=6Wa98h38uM6svV%2Cz0%2B%2Cxjg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkL@AoKCDsAAH4RPP01"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkMQgoKCDsAAAeKmEc1"&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkEbQoKCDsAAEXWdyE1/Woot-082ii.jpg?et=5r4jR6oUrvKAQbgWrH2TxQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkEjAoKCDsAAEqxlD81"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkEjAoKCDsAAEqxlD81/Woot-040iii.jpg?et=bJkREf0fl4SwJehN2e2zgg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkCvwoKCDsAACD3yys1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkCzQoKCDsAACTT5ds1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkCzQoKCDsAACTT5ds1/Woot-083ii.jpg?et=HaLEFijUX1%2B5BYWh3Z09Jg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkCaAoKCDsAABoqep41"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkCvwoKCDsAACD3yys1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkCvwoKCDsAACD3yys1/Woot-083iii.jpg?et=G3BNXIbNZMDrDYkRT2vnug&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkBxgoKCDsAAAzPJKc1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkCaAoKCDsAABoqep41"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkCaAoKCDsAABoqep41/Woot-084ii.jpg?et=i%2C3lPgWjGEVsjH1J2B6jiw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkBgwoKCDsAAAaUdZM1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkBxgoKCDsAAAzPJKc1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkBxgoKCDsAAAzPJKc1/Woot-085ii.jpg?et=nOaO%2CaP0b6S7J%2Beuq3JyqA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkAwwoKCDsAAHUs@Kw1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkBgwoKCDsAAAaUdZM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkBgwoKCDsAAAaUdZM1/Woot-086ii.jpg?et=WiI9P5FoXXRL3Pd7vynegA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkATwoKCDsAAGa8fLY1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkAwwoKCDsAAHUs@Kw1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkAwwoKCDsAAHUs@Kw1/Woot-087ii.jpg?et=QLjcYzIBBEDv3rxteNf9yw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I got bored so I made sense of the gunky backyard that we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJj-9woKCDsAAGZFcwo1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkATwoKCDsAAGa8fLY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJkATwoKCDsAAGa8fLY1/sunleaf.jpg?et=LzSVOuO%2CgNEzvOvrexKsRw&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and this is me a la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Devon Aoki&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.lylewednesmay.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SJj-9woKCDsAAGZFcwo1/chahar.jpg?et=qplLxl4XdlH6E%2CwH0%2CZH8A&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Damn, I am really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a good subject for my photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJj-9woKCDsAAGZFcwo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkATwoKCDsAAGa8fLY1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkAwwoKCDsAAHUs@Kw1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkEbQoKCDsAAEXWdyE1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJj-9woKCDsAAGZFcwo1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkATwoKCDsAAGa8fLY1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkAwwoKCDsAAHUs@Kw1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkBgwoKCDsAAAaUdZM1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkBxgoKCDsAAAzPJKc1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkCaAoKCDsAABoqep41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lylewednesmay.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SJkCvwoKCDsAACD3yys1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-3025775792684242728?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3025775792684242728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=3025775792684242728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3025775792684242728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3025775792684242728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-got-botanical.html' title='just got botanical.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2385514453017922143</id><published>2008-07-30T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:43:45.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ewan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><title type='text'>we are like the sun and moon chasing each other around.</title><content type='html'>kung kelan ako gising, dun ka tulog..&lt;br /&gt;kung kelan naman ako tulog, dun ka naman gising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ano pa kaya ang mangyayari sa atin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2385514453017922143?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2385514453017922143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2385514453017922143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2385514453017922143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2385514453017922143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-like-sun-and-moon-chasing-each.html' title='we are like the sun and moon chasing each other around.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-3191181882597319010</id><published>2008-07-27T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:34:10.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='krispy kreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabetes'/><title type='text'>diabetes?</title><content type='html'>ok, so what do you call a person who gets so addicted to sweets for a day? c'mon, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;for breakfast, I had four whole pieces of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krispy Kreme Doughnuts&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span&gt;na pasalubong ni&lt;/span&gt; Mama from Manila).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 slices of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minatamis na saging&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;na may&lt;/span&gt; honey (!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 huge pieces of Durian.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cups of mashed durian (&lt;span&gt;ibang&lt;/span&gt; version &lt;span&gt;pa ito sa nakasulat sa taas&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chocolate-covered raisins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two glasses of Coke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;these are all i had for the day. yes, &lt;span&gt;yan lang&lt;/span&gt;! so...&lt;span&gt;magkaka&lt;/span&gt;-diabetes &lt;span&gt;na kaya ako&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-3191181882597319010?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/3191181882597319010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=3191181882597319010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3191181882597319010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/3191181882597319010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/diabetes.html' title='diabetes?'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2153303505231159849</id><published>2008-07-15T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:53:02.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='four'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ate gagay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagging'/><title type='text'>four.</title><content type='html'>RULE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are supposed to do… and please don’t spoil the fun… Click copy/paste, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 4 people in your lists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four places I go over and over&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- UP&lt;br /&gt;- harap ng computer&lt;br /&gt;- bedroom&lt;br /&gt;- harap ng ref&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four people who e-mail me regularly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gurlzgroup members&lt;br /&gt;- yung tao sa multiply&lt;br /&gt;- yung tao sa fs&lt;br /&gt;- spammers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four of my favorite places to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sa porch/lanai/whatever namin&lt;br /&gt;- McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;- Chippens&lt;br /&gt;- Buffet Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four places I’d rather be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bedroom..para matulog.&lt;br /&gt;- Buffet Palace ulit..para kumain, siyempre.&lt;br /&gt;- Australia..dahil gusto ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;- Pilipinas..dahil mas gusto ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four people I think will respond:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://twinklecloud.blogspot.com"&gt;July&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://shimilearnstoblog.blogspot.com"&gt;Shimi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://iamlegallyhappy.blogspot.com"&gt;Algene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://magbasakalang.blogspot.com"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four TV shows I could watch over and over:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;- Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;- Barefoot Contessa&lt;br /&gt;- yung mga "As Seen On TV" stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Yun lang. Bored ako eh. May exam pa ako bukas. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2153303505231159849?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2153303505231159849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2153303505231159849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2153303505231159849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2153303505231159849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/four.html' title='four.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-8909535094339755070</id><published>2008-07-12T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:19:46.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with'/><title type='text'>wala napud ko nagtarong ug skwela.</title><content type='html'>Translation: tinatamad ako. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehe..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UNfinished lab reports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UNread notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missed assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cramming at 5 minutes before a quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Absent-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harrycutting.com/graphics/photos/education/bored-girl-student-sleeps-in-classroom-IC5009-88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.harrycutting.com/graphics/photos/education/bored-girl-student-sleeps-in-classroom-IC5009-88.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with first semesters? Why do I easily get bored during this time? Frankly speaking, I really have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three exams next week (it was supposed to be four but the teacher moved the exam schedule) and I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLINE&lt;/span&gt;. How's that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez. This kinda brings guilt. I'm really going to study now...right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-8909535094339755070?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/8909535094339755070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=8909535094339755070&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8909535094339755070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/8909535094339755070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/wala-napud-ko-nagtarong-ug-skwela.html' title='wala napud ko nagtarong ug skwela.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-9183915209373725057</id><published>2008-07-09T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:32:23.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miley cyrus'/><title type='text'>you make me love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long time no post again. I've been really busy with school right now, especially that I have to catch up fast on my readings. I have FOUR hideous exams next week and they indeed put up pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've listened to some good music a few days ago when I was terribly sick (my temperature reached 40C, how's that) and I have nothing to do at all. My mom won't allow me to do anything strenuous 'cause I might have relapses, she said. I came across this pop song of a famous girl in pop town. I've looked at the lyrics and it somehow made sense to me, meaning that it had something to do with my life lately. Yeah, I know it's a bit corny to post lyrics, but I'll do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't say this&lt;br /&gt;But at times I get so scared&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the previous&lt;br /&gt;Relationship we shared&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible for me not to care&lt;br /&gt;And now we're standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear&lt;br /&gt;My dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The seven things I hate about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;Oh you&lt;br /&gt;You're vain, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're insecure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You love me, you like her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You make me laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You make me cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your friends they're jerks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them&lt;br /&gt;Just to know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the seventh thing I hate the most that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; You make me love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward and silent&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for you to say&lt;br /&gt;What I need to hear now&lt;br /&gt;Your sincere apology&lt;br /&gt;When you mean it I'll believe it&lt;br /&gt;If you text it I'll delete it&lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not coming back&lt;br /&gt;You're taking seven steps here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compared to all the great things&lt;br /&gt;That would take too long to write&lt;br /&gt;I probably should mention the seven that I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven things I like about you&lt;br /&gt;Your hair, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your old Levis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When we kiss I'm hypnotized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;When we're intertwined&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wanna be with the one I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the seventh thing I like the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You make me love you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad but it's kind of a happy song too. I don't know, I'm just...feeling it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-9183915209373725057?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/9183915209373725057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=9183915209373725057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/9183915209373725057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/9183915209373725057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-make-me-love-you.html' title='you make me love you.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-1668668199734449892</id><published>2008-06-27T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:17:48.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>49ers.</title><content type='html'>1. Who's on your mind?  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; si t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;oooooo&lt;/span&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln3"&gt;2. Where is your crush right now?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png" /&gt; ewan ko ba sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln6"&gt;3. Have you ever been in a basement?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln7"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; of course! ikaw, have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln9"&gt;4. Which shoe do you put on first?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln10"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt; hala...nice question. oo nga, which one nga ba?? sa right siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln12"&gt;5. What is the status of you and the last person you kissed?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln13"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt; single. last person i kissed? sarili ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln15"&gt;6. Do you get distracted easily?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln16"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; depends on the distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln18"&gt;7. What's the last text you received say?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln19"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naa na mi sa entrance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln21"&gt;8. What does that last text say that you sent?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln22"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt; g'nyt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln24"&gt;9. Have you ever kissed anyone named Amanda?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln25"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt; oo, nung lalake pa ako. joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln27"&gt;10. First time you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln28"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt; nung bata pa siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln30"&gt;11. What was your childhood nickname?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln31"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt; marami. my lola calls me "lalai", my friends call me "balai" (jeez), my mom calls me "lang", my tita calls me "bloo". pili ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln33"&gt;12. What would you want to change about your life right now?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln34"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt; ang walang kwenta kong lovelife! sana 'di nalang ako nagkaroon nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln36"&gt;13. How do you feel about public displays of affection?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln37"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt; before, disagree talaga ako. ngayon kay...haha depende. wag naman yung mag french in public. eww what the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln39"&gt;14. What's the weirdest thing you have done while driving?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln40"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt; first time ko na 42.5% ako ang nag nagdrive, well, nakasagasa lang naman ako ng pusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln42"&gt;15. Have you ever bitten your nails?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln43"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 22px; height: 22px;" src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; many times! sus ui, childhood and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln45"&gt;16. Do you live alone?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln46"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt; no. how i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln48"&gt;17. Do you smoke?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln49"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; it depends. haha. hindi na ui, noon lang, nung lalake pa ako. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln51"&gt;18. Can you keep a secret?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln52"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt; of course i can! as long as you could keep my secrets too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln54"&gt;19. What was the best year of your life?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln55"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt; meron ba??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln57"&gt;20. Do you have any strange phobias?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln58"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt; meron! i don't know how it's called, but i don't like anything sharp that is pointing towards me. may flashback thingy na nangyayari tapos sumasakit ang ulo ko. perfect talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln60"&gt;21. Your favorite romantic movie?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln61"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt; a walk to remember. dammit, i cried buckets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln63"&gt;22. Are you happy with your living arrangement?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln64"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; slight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln66"&gt;23. Have you ever played Twister?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln67"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; oh jeez. of course. who would ever forget the "bawdy" pose of lyle and ralph? nakakalat sa mga albums ng contacts ko girrrrrl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln69"&gt;24. Last thing received in the e-mail?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln70"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; pictures of herons and ducks. booooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln72"&gt;25. What color is your phone?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln73"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png" /&gt; black. looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln75"&gt;26. Do you like your cell phone or do you want a new one?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln76"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; new one! new one! i insist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln78"&gt;27. Do you have trust issues?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln78');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln79"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt; SUPER YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln79');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln80');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln81"&gt;28. Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln81');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln82"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt; no. really..do i??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln82');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln83');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln84"&gt;29. Do you tend to rip the paper off water bottles?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln84');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln85"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln85');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln86');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln87"&gt;30. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln87');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln88"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png" /&gt; si...siya. whoever he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln88');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln89');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln90"&gt;31. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln90');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln91"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; laveeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln91');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln92');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln93"&gt;32. Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln93');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln94"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; yah! shocking nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln94');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln95');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln96"&gt;33. What was the last advice someone gave you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln96');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln97"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png" /&gt; do it now. now is the right time. (unsolicited. i hated it actually.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln97');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln98');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln99"&gt;34. Have you ever hurt anyone when you were mad?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln99');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln100"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt; ay sus nagtanong ka pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln100');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln101');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln102"&gt;35. Is it easier to forgive or forget?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln102');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln103"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt; forgive. you can easily say it, but with "forget"? naaah, sa utak na yan, masakit na, ang hirap pa talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln103');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln104');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln105"&gt;36. Do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln105');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln106"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png" /&gt; i don't like the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln106');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln107');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln108"&gt;37. What is the most important thing in any relationship?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln108');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln109"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; trust, communication and understanding. (aba aba mukhang expert ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln109');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln110');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln111"&gt;38. Kiss with your eyes open or closed?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln111');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln112"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt; closed ui! para dramang-drama ang ating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln112');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln113');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln114"&gt;39. Do you have a best friend?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln114');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln115"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt; ay, marami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln115');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln116');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln117"&gt;40. Do you trust people easily?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln117');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln118"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt; YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln118');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln119');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln120"&gt;41. Would you live with someone without marrying them?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln120');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln121"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; sure. heller?? di ko nga pinakasalan ang kuya ko pero nakatira pa rin kami sa iisang bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln121');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln122');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln123"&gt;42. Ever had plans and broke them?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln123');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln124"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; ay sus, maraming marami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln124');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln125');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln126"&gt;43. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you talk to a lot? who?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln126');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln127"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png" /&gt; si...siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln127');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln128');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln129"&gt;44. Do you remember what you were like a year ago?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln129');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln130"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/confused.png" /&gt; yes, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln130');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln131');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln132"&gt;45. Have you ever had a dream about people you love dying?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln132');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln133"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt; yup, as in. masakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln133');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln134');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln135"&gt;46. Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln135');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln136"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png" /&gt; my brother, when we were watching a korean tearjerker film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln136');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln137');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln138"&gt;47. Have you ever shaved in the kitchen sink?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln138');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln139"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/omg.png" /&gt; never! i don't shave my legs, nor my, ehem, mustache. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln139');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln140');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln141"&gt;48. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln141');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln142"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png" /&gt; many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln142');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln143');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="ln144"&gt;49. Where did you last go?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln144');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt; C.R. man siguro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-1668668199734449892?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/1668668199734449892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=1668668199734449892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1668668199734449892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/1668668199734449892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/49ers.html' title='49ers.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-5041027427199338362</id><published>2008-06-22T06:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:37:41.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eek! beware girls..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you are traveling to China, try to be careful when you are buying these colorful headbands down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A2tsp7_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/laStoMrrIho/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A2tsp7_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/laStoMrrIho/s320/image0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214465621033086962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A203cuzI/AAAAAAAAATA/qVoFulTnX1k/s1600-h/image0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A203cuzI/AAAAAAAAATA/qVoFulTnX1k/s320/image0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214465622957407026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These headbands are made from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;used condoms&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;threads&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A27qYmYI/AAAAAAAAATI/lUfrHqdlmCg/s1600-h/image0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A27qYmYI/AAAAAAAAATI/lUfrHqdlmCg/s320/image0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214465624781658498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A2zNTRuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tqu592fsnzI/s1600-h/image0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A2zNTRuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tqu592fsnzI/s320/image0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214465622512191202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A3D1YynI/AAAAAAAAATY/HhPb2AgNzwc/s1600-h/image0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A3D1YynI/AAAAAAAAATY/HhPb2AgNzwc/s320/image0055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214465626975292018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEIJING (AFP) - Used condoms are being recycled into hair bands in southern China, threatening to spread sexually-transmittable diseases they were originally meant to prevent, state media reported Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latest example of potentially harmful Chinese-made products, rubber hair bands have been found in local markets and beauty salons in Dongguan and Guangzhou cities in southern Guangdong province, China Daily newspaper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'These cheap and colourful rubber bands and hair ties sell well ... threatening the health of local people,' it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being recycled, the hair bands could still contain bacteria and viruses, it said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'People could be infected with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIDS&lt;/span&gt;, (genital) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;warts&lt;/span&gt; or other diseases if they hold the rubber bands or strings in their mouths while waving their hair into plaits or buns,' the paper quoted a local dermatologist who gave only his surname, Dong, as saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bag of ten of the recycled bands sells for just 25 fen (three cents), much cheaper than others on the market, accounting for their popularity, the paper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A government official was quoted as saying recycling condoms was illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China 's manufacturing industry has been repeatedly tarnished this year by a string of scandals involving shoddy or dangerous goods made for both domestic and foreign markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response, it launched a public relations blitz this summer aimed at playing up efforts to strengthen monitoring systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*reposted from Gurlzgroup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-5041027427199338362?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/5041027427199338362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=5041027427199338362&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5041027427199338362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/5041027427199338362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/eek-beware-girls.html' title='eek! beware girls..'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SF2A2tsp7_I/AAAAAAAAAS4/laStoMrrIho/s72-c/image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-653475227979326270</id><published>2008-06-19T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:58:57.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two nights ago, for the longest time, I felt stupid again. It was my idea to talk but then I really didn't feel good during the process. I was like...shrinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, when I woke up yesterday, I was at peace. Knowing that what I did was one way to save something meaningful and important to me, I was quite OK &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na rin&lt;/span&gt;. At least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someday he will read this, so I'm gonna take this chance to say THANK YOU for everything. That "everything" means a lot. And of course, SORRY for what I did. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sana makabawi ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davidfairhurst.com/more/goodbye_files/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.davidfairhurst.com/more/goodbye_files/goodbye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-653475227979326270?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/653475227979326270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=653475227979326270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/653475227979326270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/653475227979326270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/blue.html' title='blue.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-2275673758798046452</id><published>2008-06-16T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:20:50.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovelife'/><title type='text'>on being so clumsy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, no. I was sleeping earlier at around 8pm then I woke up at 1am. Usually, by this hour (3am), I feel sleepy again. But no, i'm not. Something's bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am downloading yet another another online RPG, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cabal Online&lt;/span&gt;. I heard that this is a really cool RPG with high-end graphics &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way, way better&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flyff&lt;/span&gt; (But I love Flyff. Haha). And I don't know if I could still play the game now that summer is over. The downloader says it has ONLY completed 18% of the file, and has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN more hours to go&lt;/span&gt;! And I guess it would end by, hmmm, 9:45 am, perhaps? Great, how I wish my brother would still be sleeping by that time. Anyhow, the download is not the culprit of my being sleepless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when I posted this sh*tty thing about someone, I forgot, er, TOTALLY forgot that my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt; posts are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;auto-imported to my Multiply account&lt;/span&gt;. When I logged in to the former, my Inbox says: "One reply to your posts". I couldn't recall posting in Multiply but nevertheless I clicked the link, thinking that it was an older post. But what the heck, I saw a post entitled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Very Big Problem&lt;/span&gt;" right before my huge eyes. As you can see, it has the same title as the post before this one. And yes, it is exactly the same post. My heart thumped a big thump, and it was beating real fast. The post had caused quite a stir on my Multiply life. I found three comments from persons who should not be commenting on that. The real deal was this: I made that post to just ease away the pain. My blog has become my best friend who "listens" but doesn't give pieces of advice when I don't need them (which is also the thing I love about my real friends). Since not many people read my blog, I thought it was safe. I've somehow learned to share my problems, but not to people. Not yet. I still believe in hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D*mn it (yes, I am cursing). Big shame on Geek Chic. There's really nothing that I can do about it now, since most of my contacts have read it already. I'm thinking of deleting it, but not now so it won't be obvious. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Move on gurrrl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I got another problem hanging. There's this "someone" (again) who has been acting cold to me since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32 hours ago&lt;/span&gt;. I really am sensitive and I can feel that there must be something wrong. It's a bigger problem (with a littler description, haha). I have a bit of an idea why this "someone" was acting strange and I hope I could explain everything well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my life is such a mess.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We all go through life like bulls in a china shop. A chip here, a crack there. Doing damage to ourselves, to other people. The problem is trying to figure out how to control the damage we've done, or that's been done to us. Sometimes the damage catches us by surprise. Sometimes we think we can fix the damage. And sometimes the damage is something we can't even see.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meredith&lt;/span&gt;, Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-2275673758798046452?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/2275673758798046452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=2275673758798046452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2275673758798046452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/2275673758798046452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-being-so-clumsy.html' title='on being so clumsy.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-4357577859464226683</id><published>2008-06-15T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T04:21:59.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very big problem.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to help you forget me.&lt;br /&gt;But whenever I do, you always get closer and closer and closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can I stay away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-4357577859464226683?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/4357577859464226683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=4357577859464226683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4357577859464226683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/4357577859464226683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-big-problem.html' title='a very big problem.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-6215307747596441639</id><published>2008-06-13T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T04:32:56.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nananawagan si inna..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;sabi niya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;huwaah. miss ko na ang buong bio.. as in.. kahit naka-meet ako ng new friends, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;kayo pa rin naiisip ko.&lt;/span&gt;. yung time noong una nating pagkikita, noong mga mata natin ay nagkatinginan.. iniisip kung sino ang magiging bloc2 leader natin.. bwahahahaha:)) xet! the days bai!!!! ahahahaha:))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; huwaah. send my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to all biopipz jan!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; as in, send mo jud ah.. to all networks.. ahahaha:))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-6215307747596441639?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/6215307747596441639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=6215307747596441639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6215307747596441639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/6215307747596441639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/nananawagan-si-inna.html' title='nananawagan si inna..'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-508763135106164954.post-7339659373743886437</id><published>2008-06-11T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:18:21.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cursed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bad day again. (Wahaha, so about bad days &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang talaga ang ipost ko&lt;/span&gt;. Why not. And n&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asabi ko na ito sa iba&lt;/span&gt;, but I just want to scream my angst here instead of eating a bar of chocolate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans were shattered into pieces again. The Culprit?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;CHEM 16&lt;/span&gt;. Our beloved teachers changed our 8:30-10am WF schedule to 7-8:30 WF. Perfect 'coz it's a sure conflict with my PE 1 class, a subject that I've been patiently waiting for for two semesters. But what can I do? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alangan naman ipagpalit ko ang&lt;/span&gt; PE 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; CHEM 16 which, by the way, is a super stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, of course, I need to change my matriculation for this sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Subject + One &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nadamay lang na&lt;/span&gt; subject = Tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok na sana&lt;/span&gt; when Ma'am Jackie said that there is still an available PE 1 class for the allotted CHEM 16 schedule (8:30-9:30 am), which means I only have to change the schedules of my PE 1 and CHEM 16 class. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt;-relieve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na sana ako eh&lt;/span&gt;. But after wasting PhP40.00 for habal-habal fare from CSM to HKC and vice versa (twice pa), Ma'am RR Baldo said, "PE 1 for 8:30 WF? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay wala, na&lt;/span&gt;-dissolve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na siya&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang sakit ng quarenta&lt;/span&gt; pesos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na nagastos ko para magpapirma at sabihan lang ng ganun&lt;/span&gt;. Perfect again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there went my tragic life. My whole afternoon was terrible. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dagdag mo pa ang napakalakas na ulan&lt;/span&gt;, which almost made me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized PE 1 is a curse for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ako lang ang naiba nung&lt;/span&gt; first sem of 2007-2008, I had PE 2 (Table Tennis) while the rest of my batchmates were either PE 1 or PFD (Phil. Folk Dance). My classmates who had PFD which is also PE 2 had their chance to take PE 1 this sem. Second Sem, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wala pa rin&lt;/span&gt;, because of conflicting "important" subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wala nanaman akong&lt;/span&gt; PE 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a tad too little thing to be sad about. It's just that I don't want to have PE subjects on my junior year, NSTP &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nalang sana&lt;/span&gt;. PE should be over by my sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having PE class for one semester is a big hindrance to my plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I promised myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na babawi na talaga ako&lt;/span&gt; this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hahai&lt;/span&gt;, how I wish I was a regular student. It's all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ba't kasi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/508763135106164954-7339659373743886437?l=themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/feeds/7339659373743886437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=508763135106164954&amp;postID=7339659373743886437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7339659373743886437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/508763135106164954/posts/default/7339659373743886437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themissinggirlfriend.blogspot.com/2008/06/cursed.html' title='cursed.'/><author><name>MissLylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108002746572357376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncwPpYfzlTg/SGM5UaQWnaI/AAAAAAAAATo/Hko3oLZq71w/S220/Image087copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
