<?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-14456043</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:32:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions are pouring out like the rain that never stops..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-8910473388495728630</id><published>2007-05-12T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:30:10.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what could be a long and winding journey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hpzV03GXiM/RkV_8qQUemI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iwJ_wOKZu18/s1600-h/150120076377-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063594036159609442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hpzV03GXiM/RkV_8qQUemI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iwJ_wOKZu18/s320/150120076377-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; STARTED AND ENDED MY THIRD TERM IN MY SOPH YEAR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A SHOWER OF EMOTIONS, UNENDING CHILLS AND SMILES..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WITH MY DEAREST FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES AT MY SIDE, NOTHING WILL REALLY GO WRONG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE LIFE. EVER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-8910473388495728630?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/8910473388495728630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=8910473388495728630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/8910473388495728630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/8910473388495728630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-could-be-long-and-winding-journey.html' title='what could be a long and winding journey..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1hpzV03GXiM/RkV_8qQUemI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iwJ_wOKZu18/s72-c/150120076377-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-2052754825895375633</id><published>2006-12-03T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:04:21.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revisions</title><content type='html'>How come time flies too fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here, thinking for the longest time of how will I ever get to manage my time more efficiently than what I used to. I know I am not the one you could point out if you want things done in an instant, but I can volunteer for you if you want it to be done in a couple of sleeping hours and in-between snapshots of myself. Now, choose. I don't want anyone to wait for me either, I just want to please almost everyone on my brain list, but that's not how it supposed to be. I am becoming tired and weary of the same scenario I get from going back to cara and returning back home after a week-long emotional and mental pressure from school. Now, choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, you do not even have a single nice option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my fresh random thoughts these past few days, I guess I am fortunate enough to survive. I mean, how long will I ever have to endure that something that has been hidden for like, months? hmm. Actually, longer months than you think. Yea, I know this might sound kind of weird but frankly, I can't wait to finally face the real score between me and that. That? Okay, not now. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been blogging here for quite sometime now, I think it's high time for me to share something a little offbeat from the latest happenings in my life. Like, um.. DREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. here we go.. Dreams come and go, I remember when I talked about my series of dreams in this blog too.. Remember the dream guy of mine? ahaha, funny i do not even want to think about that anymore, but its really something memorable though. Let's say, I had this weird dream I won't dare to give off details about, but my interpretation will be spilled out here..&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I think having multiple personalities do not necessarily rock, do you or do you not agree? :p Going back, I am going straight to my interpretation. Maybe, a hidden feeling will soon be revealed. By whom? That I don't know, but I just hope it would be coming from me. 'yon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, confirming a true emotion will give great reasons for me to feel the true spirit of the nearing season! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-2052754825895375633?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/2052754825895375633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=2052754825895375633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/2052754825895375633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/2052754825895375633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/12/revisions.html' title='revisions'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-6339876972572972956</id><published>2006-11-11T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:23:54.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change of plans..</title><content type='html'>I don't know if i should be doing this post instead of thinking the next step to get away from this point of, well nothingness. I agreed to have given a person a chance. A defined chance on how to exactly move into a greater level of maturity. A much more defined 'US'. Not just a mere developed acquaintance from the past. I agreed, not focusing on the fact that we really have our own differences that indeed act as hindrances for a much more defined relationship apart from friendship. I agreed. The partial result? Impartial happiness. Divided emotions. A suspense ride for still an unclear portion of the future. I cannot do so much or is it just a wild excuse of me not taking risk for something that would surely be of good effect to me in the next days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past weeks, i have been feeling quite happy for reasons nobody can extract from me. It seems everything is just taking place without much control, yet these things are not exactly the most nicest things that could happen. Of course, we can really not expect too much. As i have said in one of my older posts, i hate expectations. But somehow, it trigger me to self-assuming. How i never wanted to think fast-forward.. but in the coming days i know, i'll be doing a lot of that. a lot of wishings. never-ending dreams. mostly open-ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as if this entry made a lot of sense but actually it did, for me.&lt;br /&gt;My divided emotion towards that person is waiting to be in a steady state.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we just have to let a wider space come between us.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it is not that much necessary for we are having a lot of spaces since the beginning, but it's quite unexplainable how i still feel the growing uneasiness within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those whom i have asked opinions about my plan, thank you for the attention and advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i chose another alternative. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-6339876972572972956?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/6339876972572972956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=6339876972572972956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/6339876972572972956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/6339876972572972956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/11/change-of-plans.html' title='change of plans..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115822025051649731</id><published>2006-09-14T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:44.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>term two 06-07</title><content type='html'>okay, i'm here again. ahaha:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda feeling a little rushed from the latest happenings in my simple life as a sophomore in la salle. well, could it be any simpler? i mean, forget the last term i had. i don't even dare to think about it. it was the worst academic term i had. :( but hey, i still have a lot of happier things to cherish during the first term of the school year. hmm.. i should say, it was a mixture of everything. from being so sober to getting drunk in the spirit of.. well.. let's say that four-letter-word called gush. labo. explicitly stating it---love. baduy. yeah right, it all comes down together.&lt;br /&gt;to top it all off, i realized so many things during the last term. so many i couldn't still figure out why i didn't failed that bad when i should've. (oops.. i never should've said that, sorry] i guess, my conversation with the the greatest being up there before i have to do anything firmed me up to reach my average satisfaction of what i am supposed to be at. and because of that, i can never be so grateful enough. the term lasted short but it felt longer than i expected. some friends come, and as much as i don't want them to go.. some of them would, eventually. regardless of the reasons, i know we'll still be looking forward to spending quality time again, maybe not now 'coz we all have conflicting schedules and all that.. hmm.. hmm.. why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i really like about ending a term is that it opens another piece of sheet. though it may not thoroughly burn all the heartaches of the past, or erase the worst marks in the course cards you got, but still it closes it and lets a new one start with a brighter light. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it is the second term of the school year, i wanted to make sure i started it right.&lt;br /&gt;aside from having my index cards pasted with the right id picture sizes, i had my books borrowed, and some stuff being fixed with oc-ness. not the real me, i believe so. but i enjoy everything about what i am currently doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my family again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much i wanted to say, maybe some other time i will spill them out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, i should be happy this term.&lt;br /&gt;never have to worry 'bout what others might see in me.&lt;br /&gt;i am no different from others anyway, 'coz i am more more beyond.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish us luck these great new scheds and profs!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers for the upcoming 4.0's! [sobrang asa pa..:p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115822025051649731?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115822025051649731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115822025051649731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115822025051649731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115822025051649731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/09/term-two-06-07.html' title='term two 06-07'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115564789183819004</id><published>2006-08-15T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:43.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soo like this song.. :)</title><content type='html'>*Trouble Sleeping*&lt;br /&gt;[Corinne Bailey Rae]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late and I'm feeling so tired&lt;br /&gt;Having trouble sleeping&lt;br /&gt;This constant compromise&lt;br /&gt;Between thinking and breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm suffering&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll never give in&lt;br /&gt;Won't say that&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I don't see myself&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't I blame something else&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of therapy&lt;br /&gt;Is all I need&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me&lt;br /&gt;Some instant remedy&lt;br /&gt;That can cure me completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm suffering&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll never give in&lt;br /&gt;Won't say that&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I don't see myself&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't I blame something else&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough&lt;br /&gt;So nobody say it&lt;br /&gt;Don't even say it&lt;br /&gt;I got my eyes shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, no&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm suffering&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll never give in&lt;br /&gt;Won't say that I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I don't see myself&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't I blame something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that I'm falling in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115564789183819004?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115564789183819004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115564789183819004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I believed in paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd swear I must be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd swear I must be there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right now with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I believed in miracles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd know that one was happening to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if I don't believe in paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then miracles aren't real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then someone tell me what is this I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna believe it's love this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna believe my heart's not telling me a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But with you I can't deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if I believed in paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd swear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I believed in magic spells&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all would be so clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause magic spells must have brought you here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could see the future&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd see if you and I were meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I dont know any magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tomorrow's just a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But something in this fantasy is real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna believe it's love this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna believe my heart's not telling me a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna believe it's love this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna believe my heart's not telling me a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But with you I cant deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I believed in paradise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd swear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I believed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115466900154261677?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115466900154261677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115466900154261677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115466900154261677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115466900154261677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-i-believe.html' title='if i believe..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115459006088207742</id><published>2006-08-03T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:42.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;(</title><content type='html'>okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might be too soon, i know. but i can't seem to control myself from expressing what i really feel.. what i really LONG wanted to say.. i guess. last time, i looked at myself and i still see a lot of pretensions. although, i always try not to argue within myself what i truly feel, coz it will only cause me much pain if i do.. but until now, i am not sure if i should drop all of my fears and just let my heart take its own way.. but i'm quite certain that this is the perfect time to let it all out, for the longest time, i never felt so much bothered. so, please let me let go of all these thoughts. *loong sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. enough for the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the moments i've long been waiting to happen has finally flashed into reality. the moment where i could almost see everything in color, in abundance of faith and in the realization of my dreams. yet suddenly, i can't seem to be happy. why? i think, there are beyond more what i had expected, a lot of consequences appeared before my eyes and most of them are hindrances i should let myself pass through.. or maybe, i just found out that the real fault was on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'v had the most precious time that day. if i could just stop and seize the moment. but then again, i can't seem to be more contented. convinced? yes, it hurts me alot afterwards. i don't know.. only thing that i'm certain is that i never really felt that way before. if that person only knew how much he means to me. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i still continue this? i believe i said it all in that last statement. i'm not scared to let this all out anymore 'coz i know this is the only way to let myself free from all the locked up thoughts i've been hiding for quite a span of time. sheez, if he only knew how i already felt the first time i saw him.. this might sound soo crazy err.. mushy, but that's the truth. oh, and did i mention why i can't seem to get him out of my mind? i guess it's true when they say that, you can never really explain in words what is definitely understandable in heart. hmm. that's how he became too important to me. and he doesn't even know that. am i good in hiding feelings? definitely but now. see? uncontrollable effect*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure i have to say this: It is not completely okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, we need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, confusion lowers a bit. i just need more reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, i leave it all up to God. He knows how to make me happy beyond anyone else..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115459006088207742?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115459006088207742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115459006088207742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115459006088207742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115459006088207742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=';('/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115380088497298831</id><published>2006-07-25T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/gail"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/gail%27s%20139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for giving me everything a family is. I can't be grateful enough for the blessings and outpour of goodness He is constantly showering upon us. But, we live not a perfect life. All of us are having our own struggles and trials in life. With that, i want to ask for your prayers for my youngest sister, April Francine.. She has heart problem. We are always praying for her wellness and in spite of what the doctors say about her condition, we sincerely believe that only God knows everything... although we seek advices, she is too young to undergo an operation. That's why we are really putting all our trust to Him and we all know He's there for us.. :) God Bless Us All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115380088497298831?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115380088497298831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115380088497298831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115380088497298831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115380088497298831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/07/thankful-enough.html' title='Thankful enough.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115346302742531235</id><published>2006-07-21T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:41.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/gege%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/200/gege%20075.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/gail"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/gail%27s%20096.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah. &lt;em&gt;SABOG&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                              &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; mas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115346302742531235?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115346302742531235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115346302742531235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115346302742531235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115346302742531235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/07/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115341721433030403</id><published>2006-07-21T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:40.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really not quite.</title><content type='html'>i know i should've been sleeping now. haha it's a lame excuse either. but for not blogging for atleast fourteen hours makes me soo soupy [yeah, &lt;em&gt;sabaw&lt;/em&gt;] and well.. unattentive to anything. right. bad bad.. so now i'm trying to fill in some thoughts about what have occurred to me in the past few days.. yep, another updating.. err.. sort of reinventing myself with a lot of stuff. you know, i did learn much from the confe talk i attended yesterday. Chalk editor was there, together with the bunch of sponsors.. yess. i love freebies!! [got new &lt;em&gt;kikay&lt;/em&gt; products, lol.] and with a la salle alumni representing John Robert Powers Int'l. i was so enlightened by the personality development part of the talk and to think i was totally engrossed with the branded shoes and denims displayed infront.. ahahah. that was soo tempting, i mean, if i weren't too budget-conscious [i am, infact. always.], i would've spent all my savings to buy those! but good thing, that is so not me. yes. so, during the talk i am naturally glued, both eyes and ears to the speaker. she's wonderful. la sallians are indeed great in both their career and character. hmm.. after awhile, i realized i shoud've put here more about how proud i am of being a part of one great institution. anyway, before i'd sing our alma mater hymn [haha], i would just gladly like to share some nuggets of wisdom i picked out from yesterday's seminar entitled Chalk Talk;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whether you think you will succeed or not, you are right." -Henry Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We attract what we expect and the world treats us as we believe we deserve to be treated.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are continually faced by great oppurtunities brilliantly disguised as insolvable problems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deal with Pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get out from toxic relationships." [Define Toxic. Oh c'mon, you know it. :p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turning into an emotional vampire.. BAD." [i'm having enough of these persons lately.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Deal with handicaps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most people who succeed accept and deal with their own handicaps in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, there is a lot to share.. but i guess, my eyes are too tired from the looong day i had. but, i enjoyed this day, really. :) too bad, my sister's phone still hasn't been fixed yet. how come they don't know how to repair it? they're the original manufacturer anyway. &lt;em&gt;haay. pinas talaga, gulo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero mahal na mahal ko 'to.&lt;/em&gt; there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hoping i can settle disputes inside. labo, but true..&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows what i am really feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that it's not that easy..&lt;br /&gt;but i believe everything will fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, God knows what, when, where, how and why to give something for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it comes, then surely we deserve it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115341721433030403?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115341721433030403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115341721433030403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115341721433030403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115341721433030403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/07/really-not-quite.html' title='really not quite.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115267778552258349</id><published>2006-07-12T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:40.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this.</title><content type='html'>okay, i believe i have not mentioned why i love the &lt;strong&gt;rain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i really don't find it too amusing but &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun with the rain &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it poured down on me and made me look like a mushy something. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the rain &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay. *moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha. why did i ever asked him about that? yan tuloy.. i knew it. but its okay. waaah. changes. changes. hoping. labo. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;. stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115267778552258349?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115267778552258349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115267778552258349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115267778552258349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115267778552258349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/07/this.html' title='this.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115267654973831091</id><published>2006-07-12T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:39.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain don't go away..</title><content type='html'>hi there peeps! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it obvious? i'm wearing a big and crazy smile today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. hmm.. this must be something huh.. hahahaha.. anyway, before you can try to get what is the reason behind this sudden mood of mine, i just want to share to you how the Legal Management Department welcomed me yesterday.. hmmm.. something worth remembering for.. here it is, the posted schedule says the external/internal shiftees will be accomodated during mwf/th only between 8:30-11:30 and 1:30-4:00 in the afternoon, and there it is, i found my name!.. whew. could've just imagined how i felt when i was staring at my name in the internal shiftee list.. [as if i am not really prepared for that] anyway, i thought hard enough if when will be the perfect time to take the shifting exanm.. err.. interview also.. so i naturally weighed down the facts that will contribute to my mood then.. haha! yeah, i guess that i will not be much energized in the morning [for some weird reasons] so obviously, i took the afternoon schedule yesterday [tuesday. oh how i love tuesdays.] and begun to imagine some weird questions that might be asked from me. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day itself is so-o tiring. but atleast i got to see the Bro. Andrew Bldg [froshies' nest :p], finally. thanks to netty, our tourguide to that centralized canteen that nearly turned me into a i-don't-wanna-go-back-there-anymore frosh looking girl who didn't know where to find that cozy restroom.. trivia: there is four restrooms inside the canteen, two of those are strictly for faculty members only.. good thing i knew how to read. hmm. going back, after netty, alvin, and i got down from the frosh building, we immediately went back to LS right in time for our classes except alvin for he only has one class every tuesdays, also on thursdays i suppose.. after my last class in the morning [comcalc], i quickly had some realization before entering the LMG exam. whew. should i really be doing this? but i guess it is just too late to back out. besides, this is what i want. i really want. :) So, one significant realization was that i have no yellow paper in hand, neither a good writing pen. hahaha. there's just twenty-five minutes remaining in my clock before it strikes 1:30 so i went to the bookstore and found myself staring deeply to a glossy magazine.. [wonder who the cover is?] instead of doing my real purpose there, which is to buy the yellow paper and pen, i was stucked there in the magazine shelves. hahahaha! then, jicko saw me and teased me again for i was kind of daydreaming already with the cover guy.. hehehe! nah.. he's a hollywood actor. oops. got it.  shoot! fifteen minutes to go.. i ran down the amphitheatre and after realizing that i haven't bought the things, i saw some of my good friends last term and ask for some papers.. haha! li'l parasite.. :p thanks guys. finally, i went up to the comlaw dept exactly 1:30 but no doors opened for me yet.. lunchbreak &lt;em&gt;pa daw&lt;/em&gt;. i waited.. then,poof! i entered with a loud-beating heart with matching butterflies roaming inside my tummy. haha..  loL. i took the test with two confusing essay questions and made it a little long for them to think that i really want to make an impression.. sounded like it was never me. hahahaha. then the secretary said, i was also going to the interview right after i gave her the test paper. waah? &lt;em&gt;ang bilis naman&lt;/em&gt;. i felt my nervousness doubled.  so there, i slowly walked inside the chairman's office and really you cannot explain how i feel that time. he looked at my paper and read it carefully.. haay. if only he knew how much i wanted to be someone like him too.. a good-looking lawyer. HAHA. i'm so crappy. hehe. i finished the interview with a big smile and a happy heart of course. wait, did i tell you what questions he asked me? hmm.. let's just say, we both think alike in terms of explaining the purpose of law in our everday lives and how it never bored me and made me feel like it was a burden to study about.. hmm.. one more thing, i guess i told him the magic word. common sense. right. i never been so happy that moment in my stay in the university. i saw the large check right before my eyes and smiled as he said, "welcome!". yess! Thank God. He's the BEST. i will do it. aja! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115267654973831091?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115267654973831091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115267654973831091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115267654973831091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115267654973831091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/07/rain-rain-dont-go-away.html' title='rain rain don&apos;t go away..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115260468258466013</id><published>2006-07-11T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:39.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la..</title><content type='html'>welcome to LMG gail! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'l talk about more updates later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115260468258466013?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115260468258466013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115260468258466013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115260468258466013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115260468258466013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-la-la.html' title='la la la..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115103828676333979</id><published>2006-06-23T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:38.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so..</title><content type='html'>what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonderful day.. ahahah.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know &lt;em&gt;na pala&lt;/em&gt; what God meant when He told me "that"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, it's not &lt;em&gt;malabo&lt;/em&gt; na for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haay&lt;/em&gt;. thanks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might as well prepare for this... and for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; midterms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iLove.. it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115103828676333979?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115103828676333979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115103828676333979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115103828676333979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115103828676333979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/06/so.html' title='so..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115086431463905361</id><published>2006-06-21T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:38.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take it back.</title><content type='html'>word for the day: &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i ever get too close if we'd be nothing for each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i seem over if i'd ask too much from the attention he's been giving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i ever let myself seek inside his world and find out everything about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i stop and just think of another way of turning back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did i ever get to fall for someone i didn't even realize how hard to deal with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could i say i miss him dearly yet tend to look back if he's already there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be hiding this for long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if we still believe that it is not really for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if he really don't get what i am trying to show from the start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if he's really the insensitive one i never did knew 'til now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i sound pathetic if i'd tell him all of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i seem crazy? [yes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i feel.. i guess it really won't matter. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so stucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to get going.. even if it means staying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to show that smile again.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115086431463905361?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115086431463905361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115086431463905361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115086431463905361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115086431463905361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-it-back.html' title='take it back.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-115069247442021408</id><published>2006-06-19T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:38.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;word for the day:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i had a quick realization of what were really happening in my life. it was a blast having entered into this environment where you get to meet a lot of well-rounded individuals whose traits are incredibly compatible with yours.. then, you had a chance to get to know them.. deeper.. learned to deal with them... appreciate them.. narrow your choices of whom to keep in touch more often among them... then, give in to your thoughts.. unaware of how you neglect others.. get back to your sanity.. forgive yourself.. accept everything that has taken place.. live your weird dreams.. having to laugh at yourself... shift gears from the start of the course... finally, be contented that you think you found the right thing.... the RIGHT thing. BUT uncertain. UNCERTAIN in a way that you are in the middle of yes or no... stop or go... leave or love... ANLABO diba!?!? bakit malabo?? I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define FRIENDSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is mutual about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really understand what is meant if you say you're into that "friendship" thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just asking. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as of now.. it's pasig river clear.. [rights from ms. hizon's]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inshort, wla ng mas lalabo pa sa situation namin ngayon. boo. boo. boo. heheheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-115069247442021408?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/115069247442021408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=115069247442021408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115069247442021408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/115069247442021408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/06/whatever.html' title='whatever.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114965741239743631</id><published>2006-06-07T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:37.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside your Heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Carrie Underwood]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now I'm blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I felt a revelation coming around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I guess its right, it's so amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everytime I see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're all I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You lift me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The sun and the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All my dreams are in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where the storm blows your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna be the earth that holds you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every bit of air you're breathin' in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A soothin' wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When we touch, when we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The stars light up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The wrong becomes undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Naturally, my soul surrenders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The sun and the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All my dreams are in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where the storm blows you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I wanna be the earth that holds you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every bit of air you're breathing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A soothing wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When minutes turn to days and years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If mountains fall, I'll still be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Holdin you until the day I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where the storm blows you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where the storm blows you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna be the earth that holds you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every bit of air you're breathin' in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A soothin' wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114965741239743631?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114965741239743631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114965741239743631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114965741239743631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114965741239743631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/06/haaay.html' title='haaay.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114950164028350061</id><published>2006-06-05T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:37.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Shopping for shoes is much like finding love. Don't try to fit it in if you are not going to buy it. 'Coz when it feels great and you realize that you don't have enough money to buy it, you'll just regret having ever tried it on. Don't buy if you have reservations. You judge the best pair according to your criteria and own taste 'coz you'll be the one to wear it everyday. And lastly, when you finally get the perfect pair, you'll suddenly realize how important it is to find something taht really fits in and you'll just know that you just can't do withour this pair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---got it from a friend's profile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114950164028350061?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114950164028350061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114950164028350061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114950164028350061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114950164028350061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/06/getting-over.html' title='getting over.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114904571919995056</id><published>2006-05-31T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:37.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memos of yesterday..</title><content type='html'>i have been thinking lately how to update this about my last summer getaway.. hmm, so i doubt if i ever had so much fun but hey, don't get me wrong about that.. i do had fun but doesn't necessarily mean bed of roses.. or the typical-beach-mode escapades most of you have been doin' in the past weeks.. i never did go there in the outside waters.. aww. loser? nah. instead of dippin' my body and getting burned under the sun, i played tennis with my family instead. hmm.. not bad. and of course, one of my greatest achievements so far is having to learn how to drive.. finally! yep, how i find it so-o amusing and well, yeah challenging. i am so happy though i have been scolded a lot of times by my parents 'coz of my all-time trait of being so TAMAD and the rest follows.. now, do i seem to be a role model slash ulirang ate for that matter? hehe. i don't know if anyone has the right to blame me for that but my parents who brought me up. i guess my apologies aren't enough to compensate my shortcomings and &lt;em&gt;pag-iinarte&lt;/em&gt;. anyway, apart from being the type of daughter who always lack the ability to do complete chores, i do still have some sense of responsibilty. a lot actually. 'coz how will i ever manage to be an eldest of five children if i got none of the so-called responsibilities? such a tough word but i'm still proud to say i have been staying in the upper level of taking care of my siblings. haha believe it okay. i love them all my life. i'm running away from the main topic, going back, my first weeks of summer went too fast. i had flings..... wait... not yet through, with my emotions. okay okay. i know it's not clear. but let me put it that way. Seriously speaking, once again i've almost fallen for a friend. the name i would not dare to reveal but i guess it'll set me free sooner. i hate it when we started getting to miss each other because i know it can never end up to something flowery err.. romantic. enough about the clues. why can't i contain myself from bringing up this topic.. haay. the pressure of being attached drives me insane. do i really need to be linked to anybody? i just want freedom from complications but it usually do not happen to be that way.. to make it more interesting, i think i'm starting to feel that gush feeling of being inlove. yikes ba?! i think pa lang.. okay. okay. i should've not said it anyway.. but im tyring to be honest here as possible. no comments now please. hehe. as if i'd ever be punished for saying that. now let me rephrase my revelation awhile ago, i am starting to fall for that creature. hahahah. i call him my ----... oh ayan na, i've given so much clues there already. he's not supposed to be reading this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last statement, i joined KAPATIRAN and have been assigned to four froshies and i really hope it'l be a great encounter for all of us.. i hope so!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post updates of our meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114904571919995056?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114904571919995056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114904571919995056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114904571919995056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114904571919995056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/05/memos-of-yesterday.html' title='memos of yesterday..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114887980289794494</id><published>2006-05-29T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:36.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting off..</title><content type='html'>my shirt reads, being subtle is sexier than flaunting yourself; i'm beginning to think that i'm poorly wasting two hours of scribbling my thoughts over again just to have some worthy output to update this blog.. i am but a nuisance to my family this past few weeks. i am but a stranger to my school. i am but a silent screamer to my [x]course to be.. i am but here to make an statement.. well, a bigger statement than anything i have out here. aside from having changed the skin of my site, i also had some changes in plans.. major case would be my shifting from the accounting program to the commercial law department. yes, i am still in cbe if in case you're wondering but yes, i presume you would be a little disappointed (sadly, very for others) in knowing this. now, i turned lonely again. i must be an hypocrite if i tell you right now that i am very much delighted that i'm leaving the label of being an accounting major, but i believe there should be a lot of moving on and acceptance. There must be a great reason behind. Anyway, i am much grateful i have experienced a lot from the three terms i lived within the confines of jpia. i regret having to announce here in my blog that i am voluntarily exiting the said organization. Sorry and thank you for everyone i have met and became friends with. You are all my inspiration. Honestly, if there is one thing i really feel low about, ut's the idea of leaving everything where i have picked up so much since my frosh days up to now. I know this might sound mushy and all but i just really want to thank everybody for making me feel welcome and for making me laugh over and over again.. amidst all the pressure and stress.. you guys are really the best i have ever met. i'm still trying to finish the resignation paper we drafted last week. i hate thinking about it. but i have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, although i haven't told you yet how my summer went (i'd find time for it in another entry), i would like to say that i am currently updating my latest plans and as i mentioned earlier, it started with the course shifting. hmm.. with regards to the inspiration (hope i found it), i am also currently deciding on that. hehe. i guess there must be a little complication but it'll be a wonderful term i hope so.. besides, who wouldn't feel thrilled when the profs in my list includes *zamora,*salazar,&amp; comcalc fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by now, i should go back to school and charge my phone thru net's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my balance awhile ago. good thing, there's only one person who saw me [he did laughed, bad guy!] but, as if i care, dude!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114887980289794494?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114887980289794494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114887980289794494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114887980289794494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114887980289794494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/05/starting-off.html' title='starting off..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114395452749296824</id><published>2006-04-02T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:35.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'coz its you and me.</title><content type='html'>"a broken heart is the single greatest pain you will ever have to endure, in fact, the most hurt you can ever imagine: and the one who commits this emotional crime is not someone you hate; it is not even someone you dislike.. No, because the only person who is capable of breaking your heart is the one who holds it precariously in their hands,the one whom you have shared your dreams, your secrets, your tears.. &lt;br /&gt;- the one you love more than anybody else in the world.. &amp; therein lies the irony..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny how two people meet, eye contact, hi &amp; hello's, get contact numbers, exchange quotes, messages, even dropping calls, &amp; asks how the day was.. then giving you a lift, stay for a cup of coffee, and talk 'til dawn.. Having meals together, attending mass on sundays, giving gifts on holidays, surprises on birthdays... Seems like perfect. But try to look deeper the moment they talk about how they feel for each other? Not that good right?.. 'Coz its a set-up like this, it's all about playing it safe, enjoying each other's company and forbidding themselve in a toxic called LOVE."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114395452749296824?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114395452749296824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114395452749296824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114395452749296824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114395452749296824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/04/coz-its-you-and-me.html' title='&apos;coz its you and me.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114369925162432660</id><published>2006-03-30T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:35.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impressions...impressions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/PICT0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/PICT0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmh.been to a rollercoaster ride these past days.. let's see, try to get a picture of what i'm thinking right now.. a little girl dancing cha-cha w/ her lost mind. waha, now forget it.. :p it seems i still have a lot of time doing this stuff.. when i should be burning my head again for the nearing finals.. i don't wanna term it as H E L L week, just to get away from being redundant.. oh just to share.. i'v been learning to crawl by myself now.. for the record, i just gained my independence from accounting lately.. yeah, i wouldn't mind if you won't believe. but hey, its cool 'coz i know its the sweetest the second time... waha! [tsk tsk]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114369925162432660?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114369925162432660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114369925162432660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114369925162432660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114369925162432660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/03/impressionsimpressions.html' title='impressions...impressions..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114250266179046265</id><published>2006-03-16T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:34.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e.n.u.m.e.r.a.t.e</title><content type='html'>Limang pinaka-Nakakainis na bagay sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Makatapak ng tae&lt;br /&gt;2. Matalsikan ng itim na putik sa mukha&lt;br /&gt;3. Labasan ng softdrinks sa ilong dahil sa kakatawa&lt;br /&gt;4. Madikitan ng taong may matinding putok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Makita kitang malungkot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[it's from my twinsis.. 'te diane. sounds sweet to me. =)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[now, here's my revision]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limang pinaka-Nakakainis na bagay sa mundo ko NGAYON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bumagsak sa Accounting&lt;br /&gt;2. Marinig ang mga salitang "Modular, Accountant o CPA"&lt;br /&gt;3. Umuwi sa bahay na parang walang problema&lt;br /&gt;4. Makita ang "siya na talaga # 101"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DOUBTFUL AND DEPRECIATED EGO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114250266179046265?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114250266179046265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114250266179046265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114250266179046265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114250266179046265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/03/enumerate.html' title='e.n.u.m.e.r.a.t.e'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114250110473432767</id><published>2006-03-16T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:34.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i just stop and rest awhile..</title><content type='html'>"..early yet to say what lies ahead...&lt;br /&gt;..who are we to know.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should'v learned when to give my love, not to jumped in and subjected myself in detrimental vulnerability. for every move he and the people around him takes, i want to take one notch lower, back to those times when he's just one of my acquaintances.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114250110473432767?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114250110473432767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114250110473432767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114250110473432767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114250110473432767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-i-just-stop-and-rest-awhile.html' title='can i just stop and rest awhile..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114207069913759215</id><published>2006-03-11T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:33.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>battle of the G.</title><content type='html'>hei. i'm just quite alone now. 'coz i know God's watching me over. hmm.. how do i start? another entry. but this won't be the supposed continuation of my last entry.. i just dont feel like adding it up right now.. so, we had this sponsored battle of the generals held at William Shaw Theatre where it was participated by 17 different college schools that has its own JPIA org.. hmm. i'm glad, it was successful i believe. we acted as proctors, [me,netty&amp;alddon] it was an added experience. hehe. i love the questions, they made me think for quite some time.. haha. what else? i also needed some break from the academic stuff, one great reason why i joined JPIA. honestly, i like the fact that i belong to a group of people that have the same interests, maybe not that personal, but atleast we're taking similar paths as of the time being.. hmm.. how i wish i could make it 'til the end of the road.[haay] i always got to talk with my friends in school regarding our current decisions and all that... often, i get strucked.confused.tortured. and the best part of it was i always got motivated to push harder. what a life. well, i always say, just deal with it. but hey, it's not an easy way. c'mon, i'm still at the basics, i don't even know where am i going next. when almost all of the people around you are busy checking out their skeds for the next term, having the gush of feeling what'll be their modular experience, and you are there, in a corner, sitting, wondering what's your next blog layout, thinking its tuesday while eating siomai, and half-dreaming.. that you should have been there too. but its too late. or is only a bit late? whatever i say, i just have to realize that this is exactly what is happening before my eyes NOW.  can you give me a great question? ask the hardest. i can easily answer it with a big sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114207069913759215?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114207069913759215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114207069913759215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114207069913759215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114207069913759215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/03/battle-of-g.html' title='battle of the G.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114188305704300509</id><published>2006-03-09T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:33.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>along came accounting..</title><content type='html'>So.i gez you sensed it right.Accounting was never made easy.It is never done easy though.I know i should not be complaining now, i do not really have the right to. I do all these, but there's lacking. That is, enthusiasm. patience. effort. love. ?? huh. Again? Honestly, i am learning to love my course. Well, do i have a choice? Of course again, my mind tells me what is the best thing to do. I just can't put them into relevant decisions. Can I stay here any longer? Would i be happy then? Maybe at some point in time, I will definitely find the reason behind. 'Coz it is hard, when i look at myself, i can't barely remember the time i was talked highly about. those praises. pride. and everything a student achiever earns for herself. Now, i may sound to idealistic [like..TAPAT -or- SANTUGON] but that's how i feel. This is how i see myself right now, and i want it be changed. CHANGE for i can never accept failure again in my life if just because i have overlook my efforts and strenghts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114188305704300509?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114188305704300509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114188305704300509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114188305704300509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114188305704300509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/03/along-came-accounting.html' title='along came accounting..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114170715885733531</id><published>2006-03-07T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:32.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f.r.i.e.n.d.s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/college.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/college.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i just miss them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/14456043-114170715885733531?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114170715885733531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114170715885733531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114170715885733531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114170715885733531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/03/friends.html' title='f.r.i.e.n.d.s'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114155519478519484</id><published>2006-03-05T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:32.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind.</title><content type='html'>haay. what's happening? naiinis ako. naiinis ako. naiinis ako.&lt;br /&gt;oops. waiit. okay na'ko. i didn't mean to react that way. it's just that there are things not meant to bring back at this moment. i believe i have already said this before and i don't care if i sound too pirated 'coz of its redundancy and eeriness. for that particular person: we had a closure. that's it. you want me to spell it out? it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry for this entry. just have to let it go.. i'm soo tired of explaining. i gez i really have to do another letter for him. okay. goodluck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114155519478519484?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114155519478519484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114155519478519484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114155519478519484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114155519478519484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/03/rewind.html' title='rewind.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114069821451253955</id><published>2006-02-23T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:31.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for 3*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dear someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i saw your face again, this time it's not tuesday. yeah, i believe you only exists during that specific day, yet i can't seem to understand why you can't run away from my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you seem to haunt the rest of my week. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i got chances of seeing you for real, even to the slightest chance of getting near you, talked with you, i caught them all! and how i feel so blessed inside. i just simply can't hide.. but still i won't predict these feelings.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you know, you're just one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but still, you're one constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;someone too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114069821451253955?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114069821451253955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114069821451253955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114069821451253955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114069821451253955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-3.html' title='for 3*'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-114000248929242363</id><published>2006-02-15T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:31.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to reality..</title><content type='html'>tomorrow's our midterms for accounting! pray for me my dear friends.. btw, i should have reported my case for our law subject awhile ago but because of.. hmm.. i don't know.. i didn't have the chance to report.. but this week i guess, it'll gonna happen soon.. haay. i'm so pressured. but atleast i still manage to visit stuffs like this.. haha.. we'll be presenting our powerpoint presentation [subject:ME] tomorrow in our computer class so i'd better be finishing the last touches on my very own, masterpiece. haha. but i gez its lacking something.. something much more relevant to the topic.. well, anyway.. as i said i have midterms tomorrow so, tonight's gonna be a very tiring night for my brain.. for my eyes.. and for my calculator.. hehe.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, have to end this now.i have to eat...it's gonna be a loong night after all..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me? i'm always stuck on the same situation over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;i hate complications but they're trying to love me amidst everything.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, do i stil have to expound about this?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-114000248929242363?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/114000248929242363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=114000248929242363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114000248929242363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/114000248929242363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-to-reality.html' title='back to reality..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113983598510232201</id><published>2006-02-13T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:31.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back at zero.</title><content type='html'>hehe. really? what am i doing here again?! haha.. great.. i have some reason to escape reality once again.. after all, i'm always at lost!. anyway.. haha. can't you get it? i mean, where am i now? i stil can't satisfy that question. whow. hassle. kainis. grabe. errr. kaloka. whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, this is really weird. what day is tomorrow? uhh. its 'd 14th day of the month of feb. hahaha. now i know.. kaya pala ganito noh. hahaha. tawa lang ako.. tawa lang din kayo.. =) i'm beginning to act insane. na naman.. oh please.. hav really random thoughts on my mind ryt now.. i just can't put them into meaningful sentences. well, it's quite obvious though. basta, i'm expecting [expect less=hurt less] that tomorrow will be a very shiny day.. hehehe.. besides, it's P.E. day! meaning.. it's Ronda day again! RondaFul day... wahaha.. well.. my closest buddies might understand why i really am glad to know that hearts' day falls on a tuesday.. haha. enuf 'bout the clues.. it's given na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goung back, to zero. yeah, i'm still hanging on. despite the imperfections from accounting. the desperation for oblicon. the danger zone in math. haha... i don't know. but i can still take this don't worry. if ever.. i would still be willing to try harder.... but you know.. people do get tired too. but there's always an exception. like.... blahh. haha tinamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't go into further details 'bout my current addiction as of now. there were many. yes. but now, there's a few who click. haha. what 'click'? i gez there's something missing. i have a whole lot of great friends.. and he doesn't even belong to that. or does he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!, i would just like to greet you all a very very wonderful and meaningful Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share Love. Peace. Be Active. Join Chorale. Don't despair. It's God's will. Okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwuah. Happy Hearts' Month!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You All!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113983598510232201?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113983598510232201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113983598510232201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113983598510232201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113983598510232201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-at-zero.html' title='back at zero.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113867947309759594</id><published>2006-01-31T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:30.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underneath It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Underneath It All&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;my mind works over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;the beating of that part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;i swear it was all never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;a memory of something's done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;i left it all uncovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;with the sheets tightly laid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;i'm lost with all the keeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;must now be on my way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;while watching the early sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;gloomy and withered by rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;this precious rose has been tormented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;with no one besides its stain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;he said he'd make us forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;but then it's all been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;and now i swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;this love's in danger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;believe me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;it's not all fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;it's not at all fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey friends &amp; co-bloggers! i just managed to update my site simply because a couple of minutes ago, some twenty lines hit me.. haha.. err whatever. i just wanted to post it here anyway..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[by the way, its a self-composition. by who else of course?! wahaha thank you.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[if you feel something is quite wrongfully placed, feel the urge to comment.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[if i have the "time" (i need it more than anybody *lol), i'd be willingly glad to share and post my "other" so-called 'compositions'.. hehe=)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[i need more of the inspiration i'm currently earning so far.. but of course, there's no one in particular that could give me.. haha pathetic &lt;em&gt;ba?&lt;/em&gt; 'di no. haha labo.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am also working on the melody for this one.[as if i could play a single instrument] but hey, i believe i can figure it out sooner..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113867947309759594?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113867947309759594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113867947309759594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113867947309759594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113867947309759594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/01/underneath-it-all.html' title='Underneath It All'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113689026437124920</id><published>2006-01-10T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:30.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*two thousand six.*</title><content type='html'>w0w. this might be my first post for the new year.. :) hmm. i am soo excited to tell you all how the year ended and how it started with a bang!.. i am just too exhausted to indulge more in this blog thing 'coz i just came from a rondFul day where i consider a very ultimate physical education ever.. haha.. well, it's fun. yeah, i hope it will be.. i know this kind of usual but i just wanted to share my emotions for now, what's going on my mind, who's running inside, and who's going out, i guess. haha i want to shut up. 'till next time friends and fellow bloggers... gotta listen to some downloads  a little while......:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113689026437124920?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113689026437124920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113689026437124920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113689026437124920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113689026437124920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-thousand-six.html' title='*two thousand six.*'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113514907582279295</id><published>2005-12-21T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:29.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H A P P Y H O L I D A Y S!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Will it be great Holiday Season...for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enuf said. Thanks for the very touching card i got from yesterday's shocking revelation.. haha,accepted ko na.. yeah.. that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was touched once again by a certain testimonial from a friend. Thanks dude! will definitely miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113514907582279295?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113514907582279295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113514907582279295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113514907582279295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113514907582279295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/12/h-p-p-y-h-o-l-i-d-y-s.html' title='H A P P Y H O L I D A Y S!'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113462220533035429</id><published>2005-12-15T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:29.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>push.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ray &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;ntil &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;omething &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;appens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. Second Term is finally over! I just can't believe it.. whoo.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a blast. We crammed over our due papers for ENGLTWO and together with my ever-DL partner Eda (visit her site at the ~*Fellow Mortals*~ section of this blog) , we finally handed on our bulky research paper to Ms. Chuchi! haha too bad we were not able to attend the 'bonus activity' she prepared for us.. but i heard, it was  class activity so.... yei! (free-loader) well, above all i am so happy narin... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i must be. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. seems like it's going to be a long rest week for us-- lasallites! i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, my blockmates are planning to have a simple term-end party at EK tomorrow... *sigh. hope i could come.. i am honestly having second thoughts about it.. maybe because i am not yet ready to accept the fact that we are soon be separated from each other.. yeah, next term's gonna be a whole lot different from the previous terms... and i feel so low about it... :'( probably, i won't be sharing the same subjects, breaks, and other spare time with my dear friends in our block.. most especially with my organ friends... huhu... i will going to miss them so-o much!... &amp; that breaks my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do i have to join them tomorrow?! think..think.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time's flying so fast. no one can stop it i guess.. but seeing my future ahead, i know i just have to get going and finish the race.. though it's hard, i should keep on trying.. maybe, just maybe.. i'll get over soon.... and i can show the world, how grateful i am to have gone through it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect.. it just means you've decided to see life beyond the imperfections.. So don't say you're happy 'coz everything's alright, be happy 'coz everything sucks but you're doing just fine.." -got it from a friend's sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113462220533035429?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113462220533035429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113462220533035429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113462220533035429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113462220533035429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/12/push.html' title='push.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113454272894173508</id><published>2005-12-14T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh no. tapos na pala finals. ayaw ko maniwala. dati gusto ko ng matapos pero ngayon parang gusto kong ulitin. haha ang labo ko talaga oo. malapit na lantern sa clsu. dati, gusto kong pumunta, pero ngayon ayoko na. o diba, 'wag na sana akong magtaka kung bakit hanggang ngayon wala pa ring linaw ang 'lahat'. simple lang: hindi ko rin alam. ngayon, kailangan ko ng tapusin ang thesis sa engltwo para matapos na lahat at makauwi na'ko. namimis ko na ang second home ko.. sana makita ko na xa. xa na walang alam sa anumang nagaganap sa kasalukuyan kong iniisip. waah.sana 'di niya mabasa 'to. pero gusto ko rin pala na malaman niya. mahalaga ang bawat oras na pumapatak. totoo.. eto ang pinaka-paborito kong quote ngayon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"To realize the value of one year, ask a student who failed a grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To realize the value of one month, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To realize the value of one week, ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To realize the value of one hour, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To realize the value of one minute, ask a person who just missed the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To realize the value of one second, ask a person who just avoided an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Treasure every moment! Today is a GIFT. That's why it is called PRESENT.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Kaya kung 'yun' na e di sana nalalaman ko na ngayon. oo nah, malabo na. alam ko naman na eh. hahaha. sige, lalo lang ako nababaliw nito eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;malapit na.as  in sobra... :) :) :) :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113454272894173508?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113454272894173508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113454272894173508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113454272894173508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113454272894173508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-happening.html' title='what&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113377620016085153</id><published>2005-12-05T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:28.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinKie adela and the laughing organs..</title><content type='html'>well, i just want to share what happened this day.. haha its monday. actually, a laughtrip monday for us.. but of course, naooffsset pa rin ng stress and pressure for the nearing finals! aahh! creepy finals! yep.. you heard it right. anyway, i won't talk about negative forces yet coz it'l only make me cry all over again.. could you imagine? i have been crying for almost three days in a row... i am so depressed.stressed.pressured and all... *sigh. but friends, i know the angel can live with it.. she surely can deal with it, right? won't you agree?.. There's a great big guy up there!.. He'll help me work things out i know.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, about the laughtrip thingy, i bought this newly-commercialized &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pond's color beauty powder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..*lol and tried it for curiosity.. well, i always have that. huge of that. hmm.. so i figured out that this blushy thing really works.. in fact, even if i just poured out very small amount of talc i easily gets that "pinK effect" hahaha.. anyways, my very lovely and gorgeous friend &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;borrowed my powder, take note, piNk powder and *magic.. she turned herself into a piNkie! hahaha.... let's make it more exxagerated.. pinKie in a corpo.. haha. wait, jicko said the "corpo" term doesn't sound too normal... hmm.. well? whatever.. hehe..:)) we rolled in laughter seeing my fellow organ mate blushing so hard plus the effect of my monster powder.. Haha.. well, so much for that.. we just enjoyed the whole thing. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;now, its time for me to go back into the real world. spell: S T R E S S F U L T A S K S A H E A D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113377620016085153?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113377620016085153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113377620016085153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113377620016085153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113377620016085153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/12/pinkie-adela-and-laughing-organs.html' title='pinKie adela and the laughing organs..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113333739507177400</id><published>2005-11-30T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:27.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"..when november ends.."</title><content type='html'>hello friends! Well obviously, this would be my last entry for the month.. hmm.. am i still in vacation mode? haha. we had a trip to subic but then, instead of enjoying it all off.. sad things happen.. uno, i lost my eyeglasses on the beach that night.. (when we were escaping from the crowd's noise..) dos, my accounting folder went crazy, &lt;em&gt;nasira &lt;/em&gt;in short.. tres, i felt dizzy throughout the travel.. kwatro, i learned about my cuz's pangchihicboi.. which i prefer not to tolerate.. huh. iba pala talaga pag torpe?! u won't expect what i found out.. tsk tsk.. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, there are still a lot of great things &lt;em&gt;na nangyari..&lt;/em&gt; like, we went out during midnight.. stargazing with my cousins.. and enjoyed the music from the great band that played at the bar we went to! grabe, galing nila! hmm.. well, they made me sing before the whole crowd.. and my mom's nonstop requests flooded the stage.. haha. i can't refused though. &lt;em&gt;kaya yun, no choice e di kumanta.. &lt;/em&gt;haha. "&lt;em&gt;asintado" daw sabi nung vocalist..yee.. *&lt;/em&gt;flattered *lol anyways, after that set we all went dipping in the beach.. xmpre, wala talagang tulugan dba.. haha.. feeling walang finals the next week.. huhu.. how i wish we could spend the week there.. together with the whole family and kamag-anakans.. hai. *sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. oh, before i forgot.. we had the chance to watch Spongecola, Imago, and "that band" last week at the CCS Week.. whoah. i was so glad i happen to see the bands' vocalists.. i admire OPM Music the most.. really! galing talaga.:) i was with ate nova, her friend divine, and kuya randy. we all went home late and the three of us ate dinner at chowking. (xmpre, fave ko yta yun!) haha. during our very late dinner, inasar ko sila, inasar din nila ko. hahaha.. xmpre, mas inasar namin si kuya randy.. good thing he's not pikon. kundi, nako patay tayo jan! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, this entry's enough for now. if you happen to see my friendster page, you could check out my new addiction.. find out. i mean, its not a person okay. (yuck, defensive) cge cge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm outta here.. feel free to comment! i'd surely like that.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeedz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bkit xe tinetext pa ehh..?! *sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113333739507177400?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113333739507177400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113333739507177400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113333739507177400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113333739507177400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-november-ends.html' title='&quot;..when november ends..&quot;'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113333591173825847</id><published>2005-11-30T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:27.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neon</title><content type='html'>your smile is gently freezing&lt;br /&gt;snow feels in away&lt;br /&gt;you're the laughter in my silence&lt;br /&gt;the cold that keeps me awake&lt;br /&gt;green towel less soft spoken&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts you never knew&lt;br /&gt;your lies and empty promises&lt;br /&gt;i'll do the more at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;How is it that I can feel?&lt;br /&gt;coz I, I need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz I, I know I can never be enough&lt;br /&gt;to replace your whatever&lt;br /&gt;and I, I think it's shiny and blue&lt;br /&gt;like a dance that see through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz I, I know I can never be enough&lt;br /&gt;to replace your whatever&lt;br /&gt;now everything is silent,&lt;br /&gt;and everything is still without you near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you&lt;br /&gt;the world was something new&lt;br /&gt;and I was there at the open&lt;br /&gt;well just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;but every time I see the shelter&lt;br /&gt;and every time I walk away&lt;br /&gt;you're the laughter in my silence&lt;br /&gt;the cold that feeds my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;How is it that I can feel?&lt;br /&gt;coz I need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz I, I know I can never be enough&lt;br /&gt;to replace your whatever&lt;br /&gt;and I, I think it's shiny and blue&lt;br /&gt;like a lens that see through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz I, I know I can never be enough&lt;br /&gt;to replace your whatever&lt;br /&gt;now everything is silent,&lt;br /&gt;and everything is still without you near&lt;br /&gt;and every time I see you passing by&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stay here waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;and I will talk to myself&lt;br /&gt;on a lazy Sunday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;and I'll still say that prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a little bit proud of me&lt;br /&gt;while trying to be so perfect you'll see&lt;br /&gt;and nothing can compare to&lt;br /&gt;whatever lies out there&lt;br /&gt;there's no one here&lt;br /&gt;there's no one here&lt;br /&gt;there's no one here&lt;br /&gt;there's no one here&lt;br /&gt;there's no one here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no one.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113333591173825847?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113333591173825847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113333591173825847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113333591173825847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113333591173825847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/neon.html' title='neon'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113333546804335092</id><published>2005-11-30T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:27.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gemini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Spongecola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come a little closer flicker in flight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll have about an inch's space&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i'm here i can breathe in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what you breathe out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me know if i'm doing this right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me know if my grip's too tight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me know if i can stay all of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me know if dreams can come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me know if this one's your's too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coz' i see it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i feel it right here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i feel you right here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the vacuous night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steps aside to give meaning &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to gemini's dreaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the moon on its back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the seemingly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;veiled room's lit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by the same star &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113333546804335092?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113333546804335092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113333546804335092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113333546804335092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113333546804335092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113291019909038431</id><published>2005-11-25T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:26.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't get enuf..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When do stars fade their light?&lt;br /&gt;Does the moon and the sun make it right&lt;br /&gt;For you the world maybe&lt;br /&gt;Like an endless storm chasing a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there hate in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Does your body drop and tell you to stop&lt;br /&gt;Loving you or loving me&lt;br /&gt;When it all falls down you just sing with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's a blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Waiting tomorrow shining and shimmering&lt;br /&gt;A blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't you wash away that smile&lt;br /&gt;You just look out the window and see the light&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful to be alive&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful to live a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is sure to shine&lt;br /&gt;For you and me for everyone&lt;br /&gt;So don't be sad it's just the start&lt;br /&gt;Of a new beginning in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain will keep on pouring&lt;br /&gt;Some things you can't control&lt;br /&gt;And while the sun seems far and hard to hold&lt;br /&gt;It will unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a blue sky&lt;br /&gt;A blue sky waiting tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113291019909038431?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113291019909038431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113291019909038431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113291019909038431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113291019909038431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/cant-get-enuf.html' title='can&apos;t get enuf..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113282736072366178</id><published>2005-11-24T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:26.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue sky..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whew. this week is super fun and stressful! i was amazed. &lt;em&gt;nagkasya sakin&lt;/em&gt; skirt &lt;em&gt;ni ate &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pristine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero hindi rin pala madali ang nakacorporate attire ng half-day..  grabe, sumakit mga paa ko. haha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm quite happy on what's happening in my life this term.. sana magtuluy-tuloy nah.. i'm constantly praying for it... i don't know what i have done to deserve these kind of oppurtunities.. seems like forever.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my dreams? yeah, they still exist. last night, for the nth time the angel's dream guy has appeared again.. whoah. ayoko na. lokohan na ata 'to. kidding aside, mejo hindi na rin xe nakakatuwa. parang lalo lang akong nageexpect ng purpose.. sshh. tama na. ayoko na nga dba.:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wait!! sabi ko masaya ko ehh.. hai. i have accomplished several things this week. paper works, accounting tasks... and of course ang walang kamatayang quizzes sa math.. one more thing, ang dami ko ring natututunan everyday.. new encounters, new ideas, fresh smiles everyday... you can't imagine how fulfilled i am kahit na halos di ko na mamanage ng mabuti ang allowance ko.. haha.. pero above all, i am really grateful kay God. He is doing all of these for me to appreciate everything around me. Indeed, napatunayan ko sa sarili ko, right before my eyes, even the tiniest things can affect me as a person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmm.. mukhang maaga pa 'tong reflection for the nearing breath of Christmas.. but i just want to tell to anyone who's reading this that&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; our lives are made special for us not to cherish and treasure every minute of it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the week's not yet over.. i know there are a lot that could take place but i just want to say na i'm glad i have encountered people na they really have taught me lessons i will never forget. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nagsosorry ako.. pero alam ko nmn na di nia rin gusto yun.. kaya magtha-thank you nalang talaga ko sakanya.... so there, Thank You.. (if you're reading this.) posible naman talagang maging friends, dba? hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to top these all off, i would like to mention my sincere gratitude to my organ friends. *lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iba kayo! picture ulit tayo. mamimiss ko talaga kayo next term. nako, inatake na naman ako ng kasentihan sa mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;actually, you have to admit, this entry of mine really spells: BADUY for others, CORNY for some.. yet for me its.. Special. Nandito na lahat. I've tried to spill my my thoughts for the whole week so i wish you have seen the effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113282736072366178?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113282736072366178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113282736072366178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113282736072366178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113282736072366178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/blue-sky.html' title='blue sky..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113263772181037035</id><published>2005-11-22T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:25.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a continuation.. or is it really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a continuation of a dream.. i am such a loser to think i was uber attached to those dreams i had.. am i? you know what's bothering me is that that dream is truly haunting me 'til i sleep every night.. sheez.. scary,huh? hmm.. i never wished for it, but i am too coward to admit what i have to accept and what i really feel.. complicated. i've said this before, i hate complications. but i can't get rid of it.. should i stay inside of that dream and still hope it'll soon be played for real? haha. my mind says its funny.. i'm totally insane ryt now.. how could that be? waah.. can i just stop and bring back the time when we were sitting there inside.. moving.. our eyes closed.. with music playing.. but then, suddenly, everything just bounced back to truth that it can't be. we can't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*sigh. okay, i don't want further descriptions about the angel's dream guy. last clue: they're close but not really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;labo n0h!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113263772181037035?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113263772181037035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113263772181037035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113263772181037035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113263772181037035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-continuation-or-is-it-really.html' title='its a continuation.. or is it really?'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113263684611661919</id><published>2005-11-22T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:25.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pa pa ra pa pa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;whew. CWTS is almost over! should i be happy then?.. hmm.. don't think so.. because.. never mind.. well ofcourse, it has given me the oppurtunity to mingle with the most ordinary people here in the city and through it i have experienced more tighter camaraderie with my blockmates in C31.. i am really grateful that i became one of them.. &amp; that i am actually a part of the nicest block in the campus.. whoah. :) hmm.. by the way, i would also like to share (to those solid gailers out there... haha! ) one of the best written letters i have read.. its from our block president and i was so touched by its content so here it goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;We are nearing the end of our companionship. No matter what anyone says, it will be difficult to be a block again. We have our own tastes.We have our own preferences. Some work better alone, other ingroups. Others work better with breaks, others work better straight.Others are morning people, others hate mornings. Whatever thereason, it will be a rare time that we all become classmates again.All this going on, I would only like to thank everyone for everything. Ithas been not only an interesting time, but a fun one at that.I would also like to say that though we may go our separate ways, wedon't have to sever our ties. Though bonds made of iron may rust andbreak, bonds made from friendship and time will not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;This class has gone through so many things already. We have slept through busrides,endured weekly journal huntings, played basketball, volleyball and othersports. Our bonds have been tightened by chat, fashion shows,boatrides and hikes. We have lost in volleyball games, basketballgames and billiard games. We have gone through fashion shows anddull acquaintance parties. We have gotten drunk, hyper, lost and tired.We have irritated each other, shared tears, sorrows, encouragementand fears. We have had bitter conflicts and sweet pardons. We have met new friends, encountered new loves, taken up new hobbies andignited new passions. We have played guitar together, sang together,been in variety shows with faulty magic tricks and gay dancers. We have grown tired of the color yellow and cursed our calculators. We have, in exasperation, thrown our books around, and scattered scratchpapers as our new friends look on beside us and comfort us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;We have played HOTS, truth or dares and spin the bottle. We have taken joy inshooting stars, origami and other paper games. We have had our spiritsbroken by teachers, and life renewed by friends, classmates or even byother teachers. We have lined up to photocopy a lot of times that weknow the names of those kind ladies in blue. We have had friendsleave for another school. We have grown fond of our dorms, ourcafeteria and our seats. Our books are not just our books anymore;they are part of our lives. Kaloob doesn't just mean 'inside' anymore, itmeans something deeper. Our time is not just ours alone. We have long sought for a peaceful night of assignment free bliss, but have found our computers or laptops in our faces as we speedily type up our research prospectus. We have argued, questioned and even cursed,under our breath, our teachers, but still, we have praised and thanked them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Physical bonds break. Ethereal bonds fade, but our friendship is more than just a bond, isn't it then? It may not be the stuff of legends,nor may it become an everlasting tale. It, however, is what we have. Others may search for greatness, goodness, gold or glamour, andthough we may not have any of these, we are contended with the factthat we have known each other, and that this bond will last us throughout our lifetime. Though we each have our eccentricities and quirks, we have learned to accept the fact that it just will not be C31 without any one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;As a final note, forget not what our time together has taught each individual, may it be the virtue of kindness, the importance of friends,the value of resilience, the worth of encouragement, the significance of assignments or even the merit of failure. Each of us has, in this shortspan of time, helped shape each one of us in one way or another, intonot only better a person, a better Christian or a better La Sallian, but into a better US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;To end all of this, let me just say that I am glad to have been your class president, friend, brother, groupmate, classmate, teacher,student, supervisor, class clown, leader, follower or irritator. I havelearned a lot from all of you, from all of us.The future is bright for all of us, in whatever path we trudge through.Thank you for giving me the opportunity to meet all of you and to get toknow all of you.Thank God, Destiny, Fate or whatever you believe in, for this class aswell. I know I do. Everyday. (Sy, Nov.15,2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* sobs.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That is why we have to treasure the remaining classes we have together.. as we approach another term as a frosh, i always keep on praying that we never forget all the times and moments spent together.. may it be good or not-so.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i've always wanted to stop the time last saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;above all, i'm happy.. lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113263684611661919?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113263684611661919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113263684611661919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113263684611661919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113263684611661919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/pa-pa-ra-pa-pa.html' title='pa pa ra pa pa..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113204652768187693</id><published>2005-11-15T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:24.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtripping..</title><content type='html'>what i love about it in particular? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it kills time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish i could tell him everything..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113204652768187693?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113204652768187693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113204652768187693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113204652768187693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113204652768187693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/soundtripping.html' title='soundtripping..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113204358222165750</id><published>2005-11-15T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:24.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;its weird.. how come i dreamt of someone for two consecutive nights?.. and with the same events.. i mean, similar happenings.. whoah. so strange. hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;anyways, i just want to share to everybody that i do have a very nice aura for this past few days... and still hoping it'll continue 'til the next days ahead... i am just so glad that everything were going out well.. for me, for them, and for us... well of course i don't know if that's the case with some peepz out there yet i still pray this will never end... huh.. senti mode again?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;btw, got a new iPod shuffle! one great reason why i'm enjoying having spare time huh.. feels great babehh.. hehe! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;going back to that "dream".. i can't think of any reason why it happened, is it only coincidental? meant to? blahh.. but whatever it is, i believe everything has a purpose.. reasons why these things take place.... and would you believe, that particular person from my dream also admitted that he dreamt of me too? that same night, maybe?!... oh no.. haha.. well, i'm just so curious 'bout it.. but as much as i wanted to ask him 'bout it, i would always prefer to stay quiet and of course i cannot assume especially when we both know we're very close friends and nothing special will be going on.. i mean, come on! *shyness strikes again* enough of this.. i'm beginning to feel red.. haha, just kidding! he's my friend. that's it. besides, that's more than possible if ever.. yeah, i'm quite sure about that! no more comments allowed, alryt!? i bet some would appeal to my statements here though... well guys, all i can say is... "whatever!".. hahahaha.... am i happy? you wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i hate expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that hurts in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113204358222165750?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113153715905042817</id><published>2005-11-09T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:23.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that stare..</title><content type='html'>i was about to fall down.. i don't know why. i am almost drowning, feeling too hypnotized.. i just woke up from a dream.. sheez.. how will i ever?....  nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, we were having a printer problem last nyt.. then, i remember my friend [kuya R] who knows how to fix it some way.. well, we decided to ask help from him and because of his generosity and kindness, he simply said yes and later this day, we met down at the lobby.. together with ate nova's laptop and unpredictable printer, i felt awkward just seeing him and yes, talking to him coz of the fact that we really are rare conversationalists... but then again, we sure have no other choice but to at least say something and exchange glances simply because, he's there with all his effort just to fix our printer!.. well, too bad.. &lt;em&gt;hindi nakisama ang printer&lt;/em&gt;... get it? after a few seconds of booting and loading up.. tanan!.. *magic! the printer's working already! without any further clicking and repairs!... as in i was like, &lt;em&gt;"wwhatt?!"... oh no... &lt;/em&gt;disaster! i almost freaked out of cara's study hall!... &lt;em&gt;gosh. nakakahiya, sobra.. sobra.. sobra.. *sobs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to eat.. i'll have to write a follow up nextime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113153715905042817?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113153715905042817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113153715905042817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113153715905042817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113153715905042817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-stare.html' title='that stare..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113153466010520426</id><published>2005-11-09T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:23.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtrack galore..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's gonna be Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy Moore- A walk to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be me, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Time, I've been patient for so long&lt;br /&gt;How can I pretend to be so strong?&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it too, baby&lt;br /&gt;If I'm asking you to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Then it's gonna be all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be love&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be great&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be more than I can take&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be free&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be real&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna change everything I feel&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be sad&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be true&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be me, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be you, baby&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Time, am I restless or a fool?&lt;br /&gt;How can you pretend to be so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true, baby&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's everything we're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We've waited long enough&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be love&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be great&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be more than I can take&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be free&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be real&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna change everything I feel&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be sad&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be true&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be you're the one to do&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be me, baby (me, baby)&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sooner you let two hearts beat together&lt;br /&gt;The sooner you'll know this love is forever (It's gonna be love)&lt;br /&gt;Love needs time now or never (It's gonna be love)&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be tough&lt;br /&gt; You gotta believe&lt;br /&gt; It's gonna be strong enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love this song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113153466010520426?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113153466010520426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113153466010520426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113153466010520426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113153466010520426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/soundtrack-galore_113153466010520426.html' title='soundtrack galore..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113153426586137070</id><published>2005-11-09T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:22.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtrack galore..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take My Heart Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Love Hewitt- If Only&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;You saidTommorrow&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up&lt;br /&gt;I will still be here&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up&lt;br /&gt;We'll battle all your fears&lt;br /&gt;And now I'll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart back&lt;br /&gt;Leave your pictures on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Steal back my memories&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've cried my eyes out&lt;br /&gt;Oh,and now I face the years&lt;br /&gt;The way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Vanished all the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more time was all we needed&lt;br /&gt;Just a little time for me to see&lt;br /&gt;Oh,the light that life can give you&lt;br /&gt;Oh,how we get such a free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll...&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart back&lt;br /&gt;Leave your pictures on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Steal back my memories&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've cried my eyes out&lt;br /&gt;Oh,and now I face the years&lt;br /&gt;The way you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Vanished all the tears..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113153426586137070?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113153426586137070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113153426586137070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113153426586137070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113153426586137070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/11/soundtrack-galore_09.html' title='soundtrack galore..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-113153404878468284</id><published>2005-11-09T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:22.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soundtrack galore..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grow Old With You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Sandler- The Wedding Singer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna make you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whenever you're sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Carry you around when your arthritis is bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh all I wanna do is grow old with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll get your medicines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When your tummy aches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Build you a fire if the furnace breaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh it could be so nice growing old with you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll Miss you, kiss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Need you, feed you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll even let you hold the remote control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So let me do the dishes on our kitchen sink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh i could be the man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;who grows old with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aww.. so sweet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113153404878468284?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113153404878468284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113153404878468284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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am really hoping for good results this time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, i am so excited for our four-day break in school.. finally i could go back home to nueva.. how i miss my lola and my kulit cousins!.. haha.. i am really really desperate to go home now.. as in now na.. heehee.. well, aside from seeing them of course the main reason why we have this not-so-carefree break is because of our annual commemoration of our loved ones who are now with the Lord.. May they all rest in peace my friends.. hmm.. but before the main event dz Nov.1, the tricky halloween date would definitely mean a thing coz as early as now i have been receiving quite spooky messages in my inbox.. haha.. cge lang.. maximize your potentials in humour, and worst, in making someone else's pulse breakdown.. yikes exagg! obviously, i am hyper today for the angel is going to have a break from all those classes.. you know.. still, there are a pile of tasks to do in accounting, engltwo, filipi1 and the floating ones.. whoah.. now, isn't that a nice &lt;em&gt;pasalubong&lt;/em&gt; for my old room's desk in our province?! *sigh. but then, i am still grateful for the break given.. at least i will have some time to relax even with worksheets on bed and journal articles to criticize.. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish i could fly by now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-113048159514374044?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/113048159514374044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=113048159514374044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113048159514374044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/113048159514374044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/10/four-day-break.html' title='four-day break!'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112970818668053340</id><published>2005-10-19T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so low.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/IMG_3430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/IMG_3430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, 'd angel is here to spill some of her emotions from the recent happenings in her life.. but wait, if you aren't ready for cheezy statements, i advise you click that 'x' button on the upper right corner of the window and just leave this site, otherwise, i opt you stay for i really need some attention right now.. err.. whatever!.. hmm.. so, to start off.. i would like to say that i am so-o sad as of this moment.. i really don't want this so-called loneliness to strike through me.. argh. i just feel so low. sometimes, i just want to think some things far way over.. like now, what else can i see? a plain big question mark nagging about my future.. yes i know, you won't understand the real point, however i need to feel some sympathy even for just awhile.. i am not going to say that i am losing hope already but by now, i still cannot see where my life leads to.. well, i pray. i talk to Him. and i'm sure He always listens. yet there is still an empty space within.. maybe... maybe not... for now, i will not take this for granted. this is just pure emotions. my brain is impossibly not working but my heart is pushing through the walls of my mysterious behavior.. i feel so sad and weird at the same time.. hope i can gain courage for the next days of my life.. weird 'coz until now, i can't figured out the reasons on why i still keep doing things i am not supposed to do.. sad 'coz after seeing all the grade results last term, i still manage to burn my eyes in front of this freakin' computer.. oops, sorry.. i guess i have to go now.. *sigh. wish it'll be the last time i get lonely.. lastly, i know this entry is quite complicated to absorb but whatever it is, i have written it for my own purpose.. i still love this and rest assured you will realize its meaning as the angel continues to soar high and below.. thanks for the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God speedz guys! &lt;em&gt;ciao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112970818668053340?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112970818668053340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112970818668053340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112970818668053340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112970818668053340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-feel-so-low.html' title='i feel so low.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112920663096779875</id><published>2005-10-13T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:21.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/M_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/M_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friends for Keeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112920663096779875?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112920663096779875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112920663096779875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112920663096779875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112920663096779875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/10/whew.html' title='whew.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112868772074532677</id><published>2005-10-07T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:20.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah i know, i'm sorry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/DLSU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/DLSU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt; I think that says it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source: Greenarcher.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112868772074532677?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112868772074532677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112868772074532677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112868772074532677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112868772074532677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah-i-know-im-sorry.html' title='yeah i know, i&apos;m sorry..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112840561021525042</id><published>2005-10-04T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:19.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xentee mode</title><content type='html'>hei friends. well, i am quite sure you noticed a bit of song lyrics here in my blog lately.. actually, i just realized to put few of my favorite lyrics (based form the angel's all-time-fave movie) here due to unknown reasons.. anywayz,&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; i love myself today&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe..bec. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm wearing pink ryt now&lt;/span&gt;.. i feel alive again!.. i really don't know what i'm going to say here.. (whoah, for the first time) maybe because there are huge amounts of force pulling me out from using the internet lately... i don't know.. i just want to stay away from any form of techie nowadays.. even cellphone? yes. *sigh. &lt;em&gt;ang labo na nito..&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow, we'll have our block picture-taking.. we haven't decided on our theme yet.. funny, they want us to show off with our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;highschool uniforms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. that sounds cool,eh? hmm..sad thing i left those pink stuff there in the province.. of course, why will i even bring them here anyway?.. lol. btw, i am already feeling the adrenaline rush for this coming thursday when &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my beloved Alma Mater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will meet again for the Game 2 of the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UAAP 68th Season&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go Archers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! the angel strongly believes in the power of the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green team&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!.. well of course, minus the trash-talking and cheap shots flying.. tsk, tsk! enough of that, before i forgot to add here, finally i had the great chance of seeing my highschool friends at UST when we have been required to watch the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UAAP Table Tennis Tournament&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the Thomasian Grounds.. i am so glad i got the time to see them again and made some updates with each and everyone.. i received a sad news though. but hey, it's always a blessing.. Good Luck to her!.. &lt;em&gt;i pray she'll find light and comfort in every way and in every step she'll take as the day goes by...&lt;/em&gt; God is always there and i know He never gives difficult situations without divine purpose and of course without enough strength to carry on.. hmm.. you see, i am always at the spotlight when it comes to &lt;em&gt;senti&lt;/em&gt;-moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God speedz friends, Ciao&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112840561021525042?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112840561021525042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112840561021525042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112840561021525042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112840561021525042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/10/xentee-mode.html' title='xentee mode'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112807513266339555</id><published>2005-09-30T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:19.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past.past.past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love Moves in Mysterious Ways&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd have thought this how the pieces fit&lt;br /&gt;You and I shouldn't try even making sense of it&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how we ever came this far,&lt;br /&gt;I believe we had reasons but I don't know what they are,&lt;br /&gt;So I blame it on my heart oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;How love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Of how you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves, love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows, Love is just a chance we take&lt;br /&gt;We make plans, but then love demands of leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close and never ever let me go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even though we think we know which way the river flows&lt;br /&gt;That's not the way love goes, no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the ticking of the clock, two hearts beat as one&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never understand the way it;s done, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious...ways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..pass.passed.past."-gail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112807513266339555?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112807513266339555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112807513266339555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112807513266339555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112807513266339555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/09/pastpastpast.html' title='past.past.past.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112807470198242569</id><published>2005-09-30T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:19.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;If You Believe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And even when I'm sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'Cause You are in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I only imagined this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And now You're mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wished for you so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Prayed that You'd find me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Baby you're here today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here to remind me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you believe that dreams come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's One that's waiting there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'Cause I believed when I saw You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That when you want something enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That it can't escape Your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There is nothing in the world that cannot be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you believe, oh oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Everybody said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That I was a fool to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That we could be; (Everybody said that...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That I couldn't get my heart out of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But they just didn't see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No, they just could not have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The feeling that You give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The places that You go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you believe that dreams come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's One that's waiting there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'Cause I believed when I saw You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That when you want something enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That it can't escape Your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There is nothing in the world that cannot be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Never wished for material things;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Never needed wind in my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I never wished for anything but You...oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't explain it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Someone just told me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Go where your heart is,You'll never be lonely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you believe that dreams come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's One that's waiting there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'Cause I believed when I saw You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That (when you believe) when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You want Someone enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then they can't escape Your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There is nothing in the world that cannot be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Believe, believe, believe, ooh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"..yes if you believe.."-gail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112807470198242569?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112807470198242569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112807470198242569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112807470198242569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112807470198242569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-you-believe-i-close-my-eyes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112807426803922526</id><published>2005-09-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:18.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's always something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's always something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometime's ignorance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rings true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But hope is not in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not in me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all that I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all that I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I find peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; When I'm confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find hope when &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm let down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not in me (me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope to lose myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; For good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope to find it in the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not in me (me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all that I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all that I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's in yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's always something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's always something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not me (me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all that I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all that I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all that I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all that I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all that I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112807426803922526?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112807395381412179</id><published>2005-09-30T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's gon</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learning to &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, good morning, how you do?&lt;br /&gt;What makes your rising sun so new?&lt;br /&gt;I could use a fresh beginning too&lt;br /&gt;All of my regrets are nothing new&lt;br /&gt;So this is the way that I say I need You&lt;br /&gt;This is the way&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'mLearning to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that You&lt;br /&gt;and You alone can break my fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living again,&lt;br /&gt;awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to breathe&lt;br /&gt;in these abundant skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, good morning, how you been?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday left my head kicked in&lt;br /&gt;I never, never thought&lt;br /&gt;that I would fall like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never knew that I could hurt this bad&lt;br /&gt;So this is the way that I say&lt;br /&gt;I need You&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that I say&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that I say&lt;br /&gt;I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;This is the way, this is the way.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112807395381412179?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112799767469589963</id><published>2005-09-29T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:18.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's how it goes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;what a disgrace. i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ANIMO&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah, ryt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;batukan daw ba kse.. tsk tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112799767469589963?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112799097184512851</id><published>2005-09-29T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:18.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Playing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Raoul:No more talk of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Forget these wide-eyed fears.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, nothing can harm you -&lt;br /&gt;my words will warm and calm you.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your freedom,&lt;br /&gt;let daylight dry your tears.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with you,&lt;br /&gt;beside you, to guard you&lt;br /&gt;and to guide you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine:Say you love me&lt;br /&gt;every waking moment,&lt;br /&gt;turn my head with talk of summertime...&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me&lt;br /&gt;with you now and always...&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that all you say is true -&lt;br /&gt;that's all I ask of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul:Let me be your shelter,&lt;br /&gt;let me be your light.&lt;br /&gt;You're safe: No-one will find you -&lt;br /&gt;your fears are far behind you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine:All I want is freedom,&lt;br /&gt;a world with no more night...&lt;br /&gt;and you, always beside me,&lt;br /&gt;to hold me and to hide me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul:Then say you'll share with me one love,&lt;br /&gt;one lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;let me lead you from your solitude....&lt;br /&gt;Say you need me with you here,&lt;br /&gt;beside you...&lt;br /&gt;anywhere you go, let me go too -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine, that's all I ask of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine:Say you'll share with me one love,&lt;br /&gt;one lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;say the word and I will follow you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul &amp; Christine:Share each day with me,&lt;br /&gt;each night, each morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine:Say you love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul:You know I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul &amp;amp; Christine:Love me - that's all I ask of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go let me go too...&lt;br /&gt;Love me - that's all I ask of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:I gave you my music...&lt;br /&gt;made your song take wing...&lt;br /&gt;and now how you've repaid me:&lt;br /&gt;denied me and betrayed me...&lt;br /&gt;He was bound to love you&lt;br /&gt;when he heard you sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine...Christine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul &amp;amp; Christine:Say you'll share with me one love,&lt;br /&gt;one lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;say the word and I will follow you...&lt;br /&gt;Share each day with me, each night, each morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom:You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112799097184512851?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112799097184512851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112799097184512851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112799097184512851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112799097184512851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/09/currently-playing.html' title='Currently Playing...'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112790097123138841</id><published>2005-09-28T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:17.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate myself for wanting him this way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Constantly~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I knew it was there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Though I tried to hide it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The feeling just kept on shining through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haven’t known you that long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I try to deny it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But the feeling was much too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Much too strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Could this be love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deep down inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tearing me apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel it in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Constantly, you’re on my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thinking about you all the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can’t sleep no matter what I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just keep on thinking ‘bout you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why do I feel this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I know you have someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That you’re seeing each and everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Should I play this game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of just being your friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but i know that’s not where I want it to end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How could this be wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When it feels so strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tearing me apart I feel it in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No I don’t want to start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No trouble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Between you and I and you lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I must tell you what I’m going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everytime you walk by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I see Love in your Eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this song reflects so much of my emotion as of the moment.. actually, i really love this song.. version of Nina, preferably... Trivia: i always find myself singing the last lyrics of this song for unknown reasons.. LSS.. yeah.. &lt;em&gt;kulit nga ehh.. hihi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112790097123138841?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112790097123138841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112790097123138841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112790097123138841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112790097123138841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-myself-for-wanting-him-this-way.html' title='i hate myself for wanting him this way.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112773960265037378</id><published>2005-09-26T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:17.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to lose a Guy in Three Months..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway, please do not mind the title.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i just remembered my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long-forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. as much as i don't want to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you see.. dear friends, the angel misses him too, although she already considers him as one of those wonderful memories meant to be jailed inside the shelves of disappearances.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;because it is almost impractical and illogical to further explain why they didn't stay together that long, i wouldn't further comment on that.. let's just say the angel is not yet that ready.. not that much prepared for a super-attached partnership.. though she made that huge mistake once, she halfly-promises (is there such a word,though?) never to commit the same wrongdoing again.. hmm.. sometimes, it is better to stay away from that one person who always stands for you even if you got nothing else but sympathy for him/her.. it is not always advisable that you just continue the relationship if &lt;em&gt;puro awa nalang ang gumagana..&lt;/em&gt; it's wrong. and it will never be right. i guess by now, the angel knows how to atleast go beyond just the mere preferences but to appreciate the more significant factors that will greatly affect the bond between two persons.. whew, it was an experience though.. those were one of the few turning points that i consider blessed and came out with quite acceptable consequences.. yet it was never an easy one.. i felt pain, of course.. the thought of just leaving "it" alone and make no sense of fixing the three-month-long engagement.. well, i mean, that's relatively short but today i figured out that it could've been more productive for the both of us.. if only... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if only...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and now, where do i stand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;i saw my current addiction early this day..really close.. whew.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112773960265037378?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112773960265037378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112773960265037378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112773960265037378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112773960265037378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-to-lose-guy-in-three-months.html' title='How to lose a Guy in Three Months..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112749173840476159</id><published>2005-09-23T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:17.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go and Grow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/sassy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/sassy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;karyl's &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;. nobody's really taking some time to atleast take a walk out of the mall (or even out the zoo -joking-) with our batchmates in highschool.. i mean, we all admit we overly miss each other's company but here we are.. getting stucked inside our own little zones without being engage in any personal contact.. how i wish there could be some stolen schedz for us to atleast make the most out of our free time.. if any.. &lt;em&gt;asa pa ko..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, the day went out fine.. the week, stil the same. we performed our first play in Filipi1 earlier this day and i can't help but giggle by the way we acted in front of the block.. although it's not my block, i truly appreciate their camaraderie towards li'l me.. hehe.. thanks C45! u're all great! we ended up leaving traces of joy in our faces as i faced another chaotic class in my major.. why?! its all because of my "uberly-kind-blockmates" in ActpriA. oh God knows how much i wanted to reshuffle the students just to get rid of those insensitive creatures that do nothing but agonize our learning process.. (C31, u guys know who 'm pointing out to) yeah i know.. i might sound "over" but i am not exaggerating things.. i just want them to realize that whatever they do, it reflects their real personalities thus affecting our class's ambience.. Ms. Manalo always get furious because of them. I hate it. It pisses me even more rather than &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;seeing my addiction getting far far more away from me&lt;/span&gt;.. geez.. i hate to feel this way... but these things are really getting through my nerves.. i just can't let them ruin my second term.. arrghh... enough for this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;got out of the conversation.. last night was a blast! i didn't expected that we'd talk about something usual in everyday. but more than that, i am just more than glad enough that we do have that special connection.. well.. yep, &lt;strong&gt;the angel's once again relieved and happy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;later this day, i got the chance to stay long in YM to chat with my friends.. karyl and gem.. 'twas a nice day for me afterall.. though i felt sort of sentimental.. due to unavoidable topics.. yeah, we just have to tackle them all, u know.... tsk tsk.. anyways, i'm just contented that we both are going with the flow of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;college era&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. haha.. so now, i must say that if we are determined enough to reach our goal, then Nothing really is IMPOSSIBLE.. we all stand for each other anyway.. i'm so-o grateful 'bout that.. thankz to my real friends who always keep it real... i salute you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lastly, i wanna thank God for this day. i feel that whenever i think of problems, it just worsens my emotions.. so i guess i have to burn them all up and let out a big sigh and consider watching the basketball game on Sunday! Now, isn't that a better idea?.. ahuh.. hmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;the angel's tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;'tis time to rest her wings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let Go and Grow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112749173840476159?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112749173840476159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112749173840476159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112749173840476159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112749173840476159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/09/let-go-and-grow.html' title='Let Go and Grow!'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112740009141954368</id><published>2005-09-22T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:16.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>erased.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/IMG_3472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/IMG_3472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm trying. who says i'm not?..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;its simply nothing to you. i know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you won't never see me. never. and i will never like you again this way.. never again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this time, i just want to give up from all of these crap. its pissing me off. i loved you, though i haven't known you that much. cheezy. arrgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nonsense? ryt. i know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gotta go now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112740009141954368?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112740009141954368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112740009141954368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112740009141954368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112740009141954368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/09/erased.html' title='erased.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112685377858155305</id><published>2005-09-16T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:16.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;For the first time, i watched DLSU vs. Ateneo live in action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;whoah. i am super impressed by the huge crowd from both sides.. the green and blue blooded people were all over Araneta! I was simply stunned 'coz finally, i had a chance to stepped inside the Big Dome. Ahaha! Yup, &lt;em&gt;tao na'po ako.&lt;/em&gt; Hehe. &lt;em&gt;Ang saya pala..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, we won. i never expected to. But we defeated the Eagles (72-55). And im so-o proud of it! Cheers to Ateneans for One Big Fight! and of course, No one beats the Animo! *wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;After being totally exhausted from the screams and shouts containing TY TANG (hehe) i went home (Thank God!) feeling quite happy. Thanks to Joel for the company for w/o him i might've spent the rest of the night outside the streets of nowhere.. i am actually behaving innocently while traveling on MRT and LRT coz you know, &lt;em&gt;probinsyana..&lt;/em&gt; HaHa! But at least, NOW I KNOW na, Yeah. &lt;em&gt;Ganun lng pla ehh..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;yabang!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;For the meantime, i feel so contented with what is happening right now in my life. Although not in the very peak of stability, i can say that i enjoy my studies so far.. I do not want to talk ab&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;ut my subjects here for now because i do not want to jump to any conclusions that might fail me in the future. So now, i just like to relax a bit and get back to work next starting week! Whew. As much as i want to watch the make or break game this Sunday (DLSU vs. UE), I prefer to just watch it at home coz it'll be a much less lively crowd i guess.. (not really) However, I think,the angel would only be that crazy and desperate (even for exagg ticket pricing from the scalpers) if it were for Ateneo-La Salle Games! Yeah, those games were worth saving for. Next time, i will really line up early for ticket passes.. hahahaha.. Good thing you have a friend from PEP or something related w/ the &lt;em&gt;inside committees..&lt;/em&gt; If u know what i mean.. I just want to seat nearer than ever next time we watch it live again... sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Hmm.  It's all for now my friends. The angel is long been waiting for someone who could free her wings again.. sounds complicated? Let's see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ANIMO LA SALLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112685377858155305?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112685377858155305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112685377858155305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112685377858155305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112685377858155305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/09/animo.html' title='Animo!'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112668767761354344</id><published>2005-09-14T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:16.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime you walk by, I see love in your eyes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/Image(06).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/Image%2806%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i saw him again after almost two weeks of my bo0rring term-break! Thank God i saw him again! w0w. &lt;em&gt;kilig. &lt;/em&gt;that time i was freezing inside coz i know that person will never even be closer as ten blocks away from me..&lt;em&gt;lungkot.&lt;/em&gt; he is so far. like, we're on the same school and breathe the same air.. live w/ the same frosh tag, and shouts the same old animo! but wait, he's already been with someone (who cares)&lt;em&gt;bitter&lt;/em&gt; and still being with someone today.. &lt;em&gt;sakit&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;bsta&lt;/em&gt; i saw him..&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ibang level na ito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank God for everything! It's a whole new term for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112668767761354344?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112668767761354344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112668767761354344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112668767761354344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112668767761354344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/09/everytime-you-walk-by-i-see-love-in.html' title='Everytime you walk by, I see love in your eyes..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112366824116118033</id><published>2005-08-10T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:15.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-31's Dolphin Dance Craze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/blockC31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/blockC31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We had our last Orient1 Session today. That's it. One more thing, i should comment on how Wong perfectly executed the Dolphin Dance (originally from Jicko) earlier.. haha.. laughtrip ang gagz.. haha.. bad ko.. &lt;em&gt;pero seryoso, ang laswa ng dating ehh.. &lt;/em&gt;peace Wong! ahehe.. all in all, we ended up in Orient laughing our hearts out.. take note, Chris was able to hid at the back of the.. whhatt?? just to prevent himself in an embarassing moment.. haha.. never mind.. such a hilarious scenario.. anyways, we have fun w/ the games.. ( i salute the x&lt;em&gt;avieran team!) &lt;/em&gt;hehe.. hmm.. i also curse them for making me dance in front of the block. harhar.. well, i still had fun though.. before i get stuck again, i might as well have to finish my powerpoint presentation in physics or else its really the end of the world for me.. wahaha.. too bad.. i still can't get enough of my scores in accounting.. i'm still drowning... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;can anybody save the angel? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112366824116118033?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112366824116118033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112366824116118033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112366824116118033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112366824116118033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/08/c-31s-dolphin-dance-craze.html' title='C-31&apos;s Dolphin Dance Craze.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112357888683173454</id><published>2005-08-09T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:15.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yun yun eh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/1600/DL..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/1308/320/DL..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;depressed&lt;/em&gt; ako. 'la lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halata ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just pray maging okay na tlga lhat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, sana 'ndi ako mag-ulit ng subject next term.. waah.. uhm, bsta ska sana... yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, yun yun eh. whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112357888683173454?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112357888683173454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112357888683173454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112357888683173454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112357888683173454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/08/yun-yun-eh.html' title='Yun yun eh.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112323172228287255</id><published>2005-08-05T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:15.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting emotional.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm seriously taking all the chances just to get a passing mark.. err.. agen? seriously &lt;em&gt;nga ba? &lt;/em&gt;i am normally having a sleep of atleast eight hours.. and now? five hours. &lt;em&gt;minsan&lt;/em&gt;, three hours. arrgh. what is happening?!.. well, anyway, the week went okay.. things were finally put to normal mode again after the elections.. we barely had quizzes but we did hav make-up classes for accounting.. hmm.. so, to make this enrty a li'l less boring, i watched &lt;em&gt;Windstruck&lt;/em&gt; for the second time.. i realized how people need not be that selfish about everything, most especially in terms of &lt;strong&gt;loving&lt;/strong&gt;.. hmm. some might think this sounds corny and all.. but one thing that keeps on bugging me these days is that &lt;em&gt;i can never be too happy without leaving selfishness behind&lt;/em&gt;.. i mean, how can a person be contented with what he has? or can a person really find contentment in his life? personally, i would always place my head over my heart (physically,it cannot be changed) but in desicion-making processes, i had to consult my heart first then the final say would be coming from where else but the angel's mind.. i should not be talking nonsense here if it wasn't to kill boredom.. i spent all my time surfing the net not even finishing a single report for physics., now, do i really have the right to say that i'm taking my subjects seriously?.. omg. things are getting worser than i thought. but i always try to be optimistic. so what i really want to say is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kaya ko 'to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so where are we? we're stil here in this complicated world full of strangers and familiar faces where a good heart still resides inside.. (labo?) well, i firmly believes that every human creature still has a good heart within.. whatever people may perceive in them... whoah. serious. by the way, i just discovered an old pal from elem.. hmm.. it's really a great thing to know that you're exactly living in a very small world.. and that leads me to d thought that anything can happen w/ just a blink of an eye.. and anywhere can be a perfect place to live, laugh, and cry&lt;em&gt;. ang baduy ko na&lt;/em&gt;.. well, just bear with the angel.. she has lots of stuff stucked and rolling around inside her brain... lol. i gez i shud end this before i might get carried away again and tell you the story of the bird and the fish who fell in love w/ each other.. (sounds familiar?u bet.) i would just like to end this entry with a quote from my old pal's blog w/c i find very interesting to ponder on.. its originally from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charlie McCarthy: "Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ciao!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112323172228287255?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112323172228287255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112323172228287255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112323172228287255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112323172228287255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/08/getting-emotional.html' title='getting emotional.'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112270975864960179</id><published>2005-07-30T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:15.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derecho!</title><content type='html'>wuhoo.. we won! after much perspiration &amp; cut-classes.. it paid off folks! Yep-3x! Congratz to Aimee, David, Dex and Mon! They put out a great fight among others (still, the other candidates deserve a big hands for it). The election week was really exhausting yet filled with excitement and bloopers.. yup, you read it right.. there were a handful of punchlines passed from one person to another, chit-chatting about every party's gimmicks and all that other stuff.. but hey, at the end of the day, it really wasn't about for winning.. it is for &lt;strong&gt;honest &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;sincere&lt;/strong&gt; service for us, &lt;strong&gt;dlsu students.&lt;/strong&gt; hmm.. am i ryt? well, i guess having three competing parties was really an awesome sight for me.. despite the fact that i voted &lt;strong&gt;derecho&lt;/strong&gt;, i still consider the other candidates the best among the best of their blocks.. i mean, their credentials say it all.. it just goes to prove that &lt;strong&gt;dlsu froshies&lt;/strong&gt; are really hard to beat.. they are unique in their own, &lt;strong&gt;they simply rock&lt;/strong&gt;! anywayz, before i get paid for these (just kidding), i wonder why i felt quite uneasy for the past few days.. maybe, i was just really preoccupied for a lot of things especially my grades.. oh my.. i haven't been this upset than before.. i never worry about that.. but now, a lot has changed. and still changing.. sigh. the angel's efforts aren't still enough for her to hop up to the next term.. i really pray i would not be seeing myself crammed up again.. i never wanted that to happen.. thankz to my ever-supportive blockmates and to my friends who never fail to boost up my energy and make me feel that &lt;strong&gt;life is always a journey of purpose&lt;/strong&gt;. I thank my girlfriends who always push me up whenever i say, "&lt;em&gt;haay, depressed ako ngyn.."&lt;/em&gt; or something like, "&lt;em&gt;ayoko nah.. uulitin ko nnnman?! eh na-edit ko na yun ehh.."&lt;/em&gt;.. they always show me that even if we haven't been together for so long, they still reach out and tries to accept me as me.. well, the angel does it otherwise though.. sometimes, i hate myself trying to be hyper.. &lt;em&gt;labo?&lt;/em&gt; well, sometimes it feels good.. more often than not, it doesn't. i know you won't understand. just forget it. &lt;strong&gt;DLSU&lt;/strong&gt; will be playing against&lt;strong&gt; FEU&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow.. i can say it will be a scream-till-u-can game.. i imagine huge crowd of La Sallian and Tamaraws yelling and cursing each other's team! hehe.. lOl. anyway, i wish i could watch it live but there's no room for me to be selfish enough to enjoy while my family is waiting for me at home.. i miss them every single day.. sigh. back to the game, i hope the &lt;strong&gt;ARCHERS will win. To the Tamaraws, good luck.. &lt;/strong&gt;as for now, i want to relax for a few hours and watch a very nice movie.. yez... very nice huh... i believe so.. btw, i just watched &lt;strong&gt;My Little Bride, (a korean flick made for hopeless romantics like me) &lt;/strong&gt;at Gladys' pad with of course, Philipp, Bianca, Paola, Grace and Kresh.. It was definitely a feel-good movie.. didn't i mention that i get easily attached to a certain character in a movie especially if the story really knocks me off.. whoah.. i must be so-o crazy.. watch it, you'd probably agree with me.. if you're like the angel.. hmm.. gez i have to go.. nice week.. prayin' for wonderful weeks ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112270975864960179?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112270975864960179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112270975864960179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112270975864960179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112270975864960179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/07/derecho.html' title='Derecho!'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112245081006149277</id><published>2005-07-27T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:14.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at long last..</title><content type='html'>yipee.. has anything changed though? lol. today's day is all about spilled milk, i mean cake. hehe. today, i hardly noticed his existence. today, i had a wonderful chat with my bez online.. today, i flunked my accounting test.. i believed so. but hey, it's not yet the end of my Accounting world.. really, it entails a lot of effort from someone who would want to finish it in three years and a half.. including the angel who's been trying to push herself to the limit.. beyond boundaries..  still, i didn't feel like so much of enjoying it.. i think, i should stop feeling sorry for myself and just start to regain my real enthusiasm before i have taken a glimpse of that figure.. my physics midterm grade.. so much for a late-comer.. the angel promised to wake up earlier, dress quicker, and walk faster than before.. now, aren't that hard? sigh. i should've known these before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i am here.&lt;br /&gt;already here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i am (bet you) getting there.. really getting there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112245081006149277?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112245081006149277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112245081006149277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112245081006149277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112245081006149277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/07/at-long-last.html' title='at long last..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112236641438766785</id><published>2005-07-26T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just tryin'..</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;hope this one will start to work na.. i'm so-o excited to get started w/ this.. just plainly looking on someone else's blog makes me so damn envious.. whoah.. sounds not good huh.. just kidding.. anyway, i still have lots of tasks to do and i can't figure out why i still have TIME for these.. hehe.. ciao! Godspeedz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112236641438766785?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112236641438766785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112236641438766785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112236641438766785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112236641438766785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-tryin.html' title='just tryin&apos;..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14456043.post-112127267401708441</id><published>2005-07-14T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:37:14.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..at least..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;a whole new perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i guess, that says it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;it's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14456043-112127267401708441?l=stayingail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/feeds/112127267401708441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14456043&amp;postID=112127267401708441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112127267401708441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14456043/posts/default/112127267401708441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stayingail.blogspot.com/2005/07/at-least.html' title='..at least..'/><author><name>~gaaiil~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11680741434108663155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
