<?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-25365680</id><updated>2012-01-30T02:13:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>earthling</title><subtitle type='html'>a sweet and pretty sexy being living in earth...

[madaling lapitan, mahirap iwanan..kapag ikaw ay napalapit hinding-hindi mo makalilimutan!!!]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-5806457924123908143</id><published>2008-04-12T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:02:28.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/SAA0Kkdi70I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HeVTfSl_iE8/s1600-h/pixasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/SAA0Kkdi70I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HeVTfSl_iE8/s320/pixasa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188204126921748290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if ever you fine yourself in someone else&lt;br /&gt;just think of me for the last time and forget me&lt;br /&gt;if ever you fall in love with the girl you admire most&lt;br /&gt;be sure she'll love you the way i've done to&lt;br /&gt;if ever you don't love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;just say it outright, so that even it hurts&lt;br /&gt;i'd be able to accept it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if ever you'll leave me, leave me slowly and firmly&lt;br /&gt;walk out the door and close it carefully&lt;br /&gt;so that it will never be open again&lt;br /&gt;as long as the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;as long as the evening fades&lt;br /&gt;the tenderness of your love and the sweetness of your mind&lt;br /&gt;will alway linger in my mind 'till breath no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ever you see me walking down the road with someone else&lt;br /&gt;it's not because i like his company&lt;br /&gt;it's because you're not too strong enough to be beside me&lt;br /&gt;if ever you hear me talking of him all the time&lt;br /&gt;it's not because he pleases me&lt;br /&gt;it's because you're to deaf to hear my heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;if you fell i'm falling for him&lt;br /&gt;it's not because i'm falling for him&lt;br /&gt;it's because you're not there to catch me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will our roads ever cross again?&lt;br /&gt;will we just "let go" of what we have?&lt;br /&gt;will we go to a place where "love is bound" completely turn around?&lt;br /&gt;don't let me walk with him&lt;br /&gt;it's you i want to walk with&lt;br /&gt;it's you i want to talk with&lt;br /&gt;don't let me fall for him for it's you i want to fall inlove with&lt;br /&gt;i love you...and being with you forever is all that i long for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-5806457924123908143?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/5806457924123908143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=5806457924123908143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/5806457924123908143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/5806457924123908143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-ever.html' title='if ever'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/SAA0Kkdi70I/AAAAAAAAAGs/HeVTfSl_iE8/s72-c/pixasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-5591269462402730480</id><published>2008-03-27T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:15:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear tech support</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 127);"&gt;Dear Tech Support,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slowdown in overall system performance- particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.  In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as NFL 5.0, NBA 3.0. and Golf Clubs 4.1. Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.5 simply crashes the system. I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail. What can I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 127);"&gt;Signed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 127);"&gt;Desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  ============ ========= ==== &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(3, 61, 33);"&gt;Dear Desperate: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(3, 61, 33);"&gt;First keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an Operating System. Please enter the command: "http: I Thought You Loved Me.htm" and try to download Tears 6.2 and don't forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update. If that application works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5. But remember, over use of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5  Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background, that will eventually seize control of all your system resources). Also, do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0. In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend Hot Food 3.0 and Lingerie 7.7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(3, 61, 33);"&gt;Good Luck, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(3, 61, 33);"&gt;Tech Support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 127);"&gt;Dear Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 127);"&gt;Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources. In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activity. Applications such as Poker Night 10.3, Football 5.0, Hunting and Fishing 7.5, and Racing 3.6 no longer run, crashing the system whenever selected. I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favorite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0, but uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0. Please help! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 127);"&gt;Thanks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 127);"&gt;A Troubled User.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(3, 61, 33);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;REPLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(3, 61, 33);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(3, 61, 33);"&gt;Dear Troubled User: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(3, 61, 33);"&gt;This is a very common problem that men complain about. Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING!! ! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 7.0. It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed. You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under Warnings-Alimony/ Child Support.I recommend that you keep Wife1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background application "Yes Dear" to alleviate software augmentation. The best course of action is to enter the command C:\ APOLOGIZE. Because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway. Wife 1.0 is a great! program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep 3.0, Cook It 1.5 and Do Bills 4.2. However, be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag Nag 9.5. Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0! WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3. This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(3, 61, 33);"&gt;Best of luck, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(3, 61, 33);"&gt;Tech Support &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-5591269462402730480?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/5591269462402730480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=5591269462402730480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/5591269462402730480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/5591269462402730480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-tech-support.html' title='dear tech support'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-6598627131952610263</id><published>2007-10-24T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:54:35.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexyfhaye and prettylei</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=88511568&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=SS&amp;amp;d=19007&amp;amp;c=1&amp;amp;id=88511568&amp;amp;=.gif" /&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=88511568"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=88511568&amp;amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-6598627131952610263?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/6598627131952610263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=6598627131952610263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/6598627131952610263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/6598627131952610263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/10/sexyfhaye-and-prettylei.html' title='sexyfhaye and prettylei'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-5879341996141987858</id><published>2007-10-12T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:40:14.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-5879341996141987858?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/5879341996141987858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=5879341996141987858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/5879341996141987858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/5879341996141987858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/10/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang...'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-8788400520182450767</id><published>2007-09-18T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:58:28.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss yah sis!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this for you my bes! really miss yah mwahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=84460635&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=SS&amp;amp;d=1669F&amp;amp;c=1&amp;amp;id=84460635&amp;amp;=.gif" /&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=84460635"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=84460635&amp;amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=84460635"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_view.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-8788400520182450767?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/8788400520182450767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=8788400520182450767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/8788400520182450767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/8788400520182450767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/09/miss-yah-sis.html' title='miss yah sis!!!'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-4883375733392854166</id><published>2007-08-26T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:19:26.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole new world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This was the video of my sister during her competition for Nutrition Month Nutri-Kid (District Level), where she got the FIRST PLACE Nutri-Kid A1 child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;check this out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8AtiiAKrIU"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J8AtiiAKrIU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-4883375733392854166?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/4883375733392854166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=4883375733392854166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/4883375733392854166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/4883375733392854166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/08/whole-new-world.html' title='a whole new world'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-3999355647295373179</id><published>2007-08-16T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:44:07.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love will show you everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;from the movie "IF ONLY"...&lt;br /&gt;really love this movie and this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooQoXbMTGPQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooQoXbMTGPQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-3999355647295373179?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/3999355647295373179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=3999355647295373179&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/3999355647295373179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/3999355647295373179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-will-show-you-everything.html' title='love will show you everything'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-6413075385330800299</id><published>2007-08-15T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:33:09.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awarded!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was awarded by &lt;a href="http://karen.manilenya.com/"&gt;Malaya&lt;/a&gt; and now I'm a certified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RsKP1-yG7WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2G_OqCu5jgU/s1600-h/award.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RsKP1-yG7WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2G_OqCu5jgU/s200/award.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098795885685828962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Bunso!&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/25365680-6413075385330800299?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/6413075385330800299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=6413075385330800299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/6413075385330800299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/6413075385330800299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/08/awarded.html' title='Awarded!'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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/_oix1pwr07qc/RsKP1-yG7WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/2G_OqCu5jgU/s72-c/award.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-5751733224818306530</id><published>2007-08-09T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:01:21.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see yah best!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=79896167&amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=SS&amp;d=13C0B&amp;amp;c=1&amp;id=79896167&amp;amp;=.gif" /&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=79896167"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=79896167&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=79896167"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_view.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-5751733224818306530?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/5751733224818306530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=5751733224818306530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/5751733224818306530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/5751733224818306530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/08/see-yah-best.html' title='see yah best!!!'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-7240959656872474090</id><published>2007-07-06T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:34:33.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best part of being in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best part of being in love is&lt;br /&gt;when you just love a person&lt;br /&gt;and be happy about it even&lt;br /&gt;if you know that it cannot last forever…&lt;br /&gt;That is the true essence of love…&lt;br /&gt;it is not about winning someone.&lt;br /&gt;It is not about owning a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;It is just about being happy because&lt;br /&gt;you know you have loved someone.&lt;br /&gt;It is about being guiltless because you know&lt;br /&gt;you did not take away someone from anybody.&lt;br /&gt;You just loved. And loved…&lt;br /&gt;unselfishly!&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/25365680-7240959656872474090?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/7240959656872474090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=7240959656872474090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/7240959656872474090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/7240959656872474090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/07/best-part-of-being-in-love.html' title='best part of being in love'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-1988857449537464881</id><published>2007-05-23T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:17:26.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paano mo ikokontrol ang iyong emosyon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP3CcOuDAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1wcXC-E5rzE/s1600-h/angry01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP3CcOuDAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1wcXC-E5rzE/s200/angry01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067665627031669762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This would give you guides on how to control your emotions towards your better-half, friends, officemates and all the people around you, especially your “boss”. The rules of practicing “ugaling langit, ugaling  kaaya-aya”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UNA: Ang naunang magalit ang may karapatang magalit. ‘Pag na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;unahan na ng galit niya, tumahimik na &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt; muna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP3IMOuDBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sSm7wOl79fs/s1600-h/angry02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP3IMOuDBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sSm7wOl79fs/s200/angry02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067665725815917586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PANGALAWA: Walang taong nag-aaway mag-isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ‘Pag hindi k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a sumagot o puma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;l,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; titigil din ang taong nakikipag- away sa’yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PANGATLO: Ang taon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;g g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alit, “bingi”. If someone is angry, wala raw pinakikinggan, so don’t try to explain and fight back. Hindi ka niya iintindihin dahil wala siyang naririnig kundi ang sarili niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP3VcOuDCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-sTdy02HLc8/s1600-h/angry03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP3VcOuDCI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-sTdy02HLc8/s200/angry03.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067665953449184290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;G-APAT: Ang taong galit, “abnoy”. Ayon sa pastor, Biblical daw ito, bec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ause the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lord said when He was crucified, “Ama, patawarin mo sila dahil hindi nila alam ang kanilang ginagawa.” Modern term for these kinds of pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ople are abnoy, so you better not get angry para huwag matawag na abnoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP30MOuDEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/57xRGAKt6Gk/s1600-h/angry05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP30MOuDEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/57xRGAKt6Gk/s200/angry05.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067666481730161730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You should also know and realize that the person who make your day bad ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e jewel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; because you need them for you to mature. &lt;st1:sn&gt;Hangga’t&lt;/st1:sn&gt; nandyan sila at kinaiinisan mo, ibig sabihin, immature ka pa. God will not take a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP4O8OuDFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fNJL8dqiikg/s1600-h/angry04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP4O8OuDFI/AAAAAAAAAGM/fNJL8dqiikg/s200/angry04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067666941291662418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;way those people; it’s for you to take away your ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d feelings towards them. You’ll know na mature k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a na ‘pag dumating ang time na hindi ka na naiinis sa mga taong ito because you have learned to accept them and to have patience with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PANLIMA: Finally, the best part of this is to tell yourself na, because of this person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; “I will grow mature”, and DAHIL SA CONTRIBUTION NIYA SA MATURITY MO, KUKUNIN DIN SIYA NI LORD!!!&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/25365680-1988857449537464881?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/1988857449537464881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=1988857449537464881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/1988857449537464881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/1988857449537464881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/05/paano-mo-ikokontrol-ang-iyong-emosyon.html' title='Paano mo ikokontrol ang iyong emosyon?'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RlP3CcOuDAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1wcXC-E5rzE/s72-c/angry01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-2128163592980270843</id><published>2007-05-21T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:42:17.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>game of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To love is to gamble&lt;br /&gt;I have been betting my body,&lt;br /&gt;my mind and my soul&lt;br /&gt;to win in the game of love&lt;br /&gt;but rarely do i hit the jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm into the game again&lt;br /&gt;believing that luck is on my side.&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/25365680-2128163592980270843?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/2128163592980270843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=2128163592980270843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/2128163592980270843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/2128163592980270843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/05/game-of-love.html' title='game of love'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-4795559902556494951</id><published>2007-05-14T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T16:49:26.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Remember when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Meredith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; uttered the words, "Pick Me, Choose me, LoveMe"?. Indeed, she still have to learn lessons about love and men. Here are some thoughts.The Hard Lessons on Love and Men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. A man won't let go if he really loves you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not hold on to someone who has let go of you. He does not love you and does not value having you. Believe me, he will not let go if he really loves you. There is another reason he is not willing to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Do not look for reasons why he ended the relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one reason why he ended your relationship. He just does notlove you. Do not waste your time thinking of reasons or what you should have done. Move on and be open to a man who will truly love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. Do not get hung up on your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not nag or distrust your current boyfriend just because your ex hurt you. Do not treat him or the relationship the same way. Do not compare.He will not react the same way as your ex. Do not be worried that your simple mistakes will cause him to look for another girl. What happened with your ex was not your fault. It was not because you didn't guard him enough or you didn't make him happy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Do not look into images. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you met a girl who didn't have the best image in school or at the office, but you get to know the girl and found out she was actually extremely nice? Do not rely on images. Oftentimes, it is far from reality. Do not fear men just because your "supposedly" perfectex-boyfriend mistreated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5. Always have your own set of rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set your limits on how far you'd go for a guy. It's perfectly ok to give and do everything as long as it's worth it. And it's worth it if the guy is treating you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6. Do not be scared to lose him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be scared that he'll break up with you. Once you are afraid of losing him, you easily can be taken advantage. Be strong and if something is unacceptable, do not accept it and speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Avoid calling your guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a guy thing. The relationship will definitely be better if it's the guy who's calling, not the girl. He will get tired of you if you keep oncalling. He will lose interest and challenge. More so, he will get annoyed. But it's a girl thing also that your fingers get too itchy until you dial his number. But avoid as much as possible. Call only if really needed (like checking if your suspicions are reasonable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. There is a guy who will value you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a guy out there who can make you feel valued, appreciated, andloved. And I mean, not just during your first few weeks together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Sodon't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; lose hope. Don't settle for a lesbian if you are not attracted towomen. There is a man out there who can love you like a girl can.&lt;br /&gt;Also, do not believe him when he says it's just the way he really is.He's not the sweet or expressive-type. Remember during your first few weeks together? Where has that sweet guy gone? He simply is not that into you anymore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Always be the only one, no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever fall for a guy who has another girl, be it his wife,girlfriend, or any girl that he says he just can't get rid of for whateverreason. If you truly believe that he loves you and for some reason, he can't leave or let go of another girl, then you are no different from any ordinary mistress.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;10. He must respect you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;No matter how long the relationship has been, he should always showrespect towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;11. If he fooled you, end it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philandering once is enough. You can never trust nor respect the person again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;12. Never start a relationship the wrong way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not steal another girl's man, for whatever reason. Nor should you enter a relationship for the wrong reasons (loneliness, on the rebound,getting back at your ex, man-dependency, etc.) it is bound not to last.You will only end up wasting more years of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;13. Do not force yourself into a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not get into a relationship just because your friends are getting impatient with your dating escapades and the one hasn't come yet. Do not choose who to say yes to based on superficial things like money, looks,cars, etc.. If you are even thinking of these things, you have not fallen in love yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Do not settle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If you are not happy anymore with your relationship, break up instantly.He will not stay with you forever no matter how upright he might seem tobe. Eventually, he will also want love and happiness in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. A relationship has to have love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only thing that will push you to give your efforts into making the relationship work. And believe me, keeping a relationship requires genuine efforts of both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Don't be afraid to be single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to be single, try it. You can go out whenever and wherever you want. You are free. You can date whom ever you want and you get to go out for free! Do not get a boyfriend just for the sake of having one. Do not settle.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Be a good girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good girl to attract a good guy. Enter the relationship with sincereintentions. Take the guy and the relationship seriously with the plan of spending the rest of your life with that person (of course, this is after you had your bit of fun in your younger years). If you compare yourflings from your real relationships, you will know that the latter makesyou happier and more fulfilled.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;18. Love without limits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Whether you loved and gave everything or loved but held out for somethings, if the relationship ends, you still get hurt. But if you gave your everything, you were happy and you could say that it was worth it.If you didn't give your all, you get hurt for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. You will get over him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is over-stated. Love eventually ends and you are free to love another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;20. Be the one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act like you are the one. Don't be a nagger. Don't hinder his gimmicks.Don't give in to him too easily. Make him treat you as important. Don't be easy. Don't be like every other girl he had in his life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/25365680-4795559902556494951?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/4795559902556494951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=4795559902556494951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/4795559902556494951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/4795559902556494951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/05/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-2911428224968270110</id><published>2007-03-22T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:39:32.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE HONEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Even if others are not&lt;br /&gt;Even if others will not&lt;br /&gt;Even if others cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; "He who walks honestly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;walks securely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Proverbs 10:9&lt;/span&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/25365680-2911428224968270110?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/2911428224968270110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=2911428224968270110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/2911428224968270110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/2911428224968270110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/03/be-honest.html' title='BE HONEST'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-4947478691947434391</id><published>2007-02-15T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:02:50.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this movie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdQ3bII27NI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0xX-DTjRKBM/s1600-h/moments+of+love01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdQ3bII27NI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0xX-DTjRKBM/s200/moments+of+love01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031707622860319954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The story of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTS OF LOVE&lt;/span&gt; revolves around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:givenname style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; (Dantes) and Divina (Calzado) and the strange attraction that begins when they first speak with each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:givenname style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; is a photographer covering a harvest festival in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Tabon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. While on a photo shoot, a mysterious old woman is hit by a van while trying to save his life. He visits the woman and is drawn to her granddaughter Lianne (Karylle). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:givenname style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; and Lianne start developing a relationship. But the recent events cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:givenname style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; to be withdrawn. He is haunted by a deep feeling of loneliness. For these reasons, Lianne can not seem to get close to this enigmatic man. His yearning leads him to a telephone conversation with Divina (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;st2:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Iza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Calzado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:Sn&gt;&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;), the daughter of an haciendero. She too has suffered an emotional loss and is feeling empty. They find solace from their sadness in each other. Together they fill the emptiness they have always known all their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknownst to them, they are living in the same provincial house but are separated by time. Divina lives in the past (1957) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:givenname style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; in the present (2006).&lt;br /&gt;They set a time and place to meet in Lake Tabon but due to the time warp, do not meet. After two failed attempts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:givenname style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; discovers the truth that Divina lives in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:givenname style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; is able to convince Divina of this truth and they accept their fate.&lt;br /&gt;However, Divina faces a great challenge as she is betrothed by her parents to a violent man in order to save their family fortune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:givenname style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Marco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; enourages Divina to run away and flee to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. He also makes her promise to meet him on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" month="3" day="29" year="2006"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;March 29, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. Divina agrees and she tells him that she will wait for 49 years to fulfill her promise.&lt;br /&gt;In a sleepy lakeside town, time curves for two people to meet and part. In the end, all that is left are their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moments of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o0o0o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang na-appreciate ko ang movie na ito. I watched it alone in my room and super na feel ko talaga un movie. Sana lang mas nakakakilig if I watched this film with my "someone special" (sino nman kaya un? hehehe i know him! i should know! harharhar). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;While watching na movie, sobrang dinamdam ko tlga un bawat scene. Kinilig, natuwa, nainis, nalungkot at naiyak p nga ko sa ibang part eh! hehehe Sa sobrang tuwa ko sa movie, sobrang excited akong nagkuwento sa nagrecommend sa akin ng movie (si janiz un!). And I really recommend this movie kung gusto nyong ma-inlove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o0o0o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some movie lines that still in my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;“Hindi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; ang puso ang nagdidikta sa pag-ibig, minsan pati ang kapalaran”   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;“Ang pag-ibig walang nakikitang panahon, walang nakikitang wakas.” – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;Divina&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt; &lt;st1:sn&gt;Buenacer&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, 1957  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/25365680-4947478691947434391?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/4947478691947434391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=4947478691947434391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/4947478691947434391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/4947478691947434391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-this-movie_15.html' title='I love this movie!!!'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdQ3bII27NI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0xX-DTjRKBM/s72-c/moments+of+love01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-1395850256155059519</id><published>2007-02-14T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:34:05.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy hearts day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK4UoI27CI/AAAAAAAAACw/Dm7AjdaV2fo/s1600-h/heart07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK4UoI27CI/AAAAAAAAACw/Dm7AjdaV2fo/s200/heart07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031286398237731874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK4ooI27DI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iUTcIYtyoLE/s1600-h/heart01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK4ooI27DI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iUTcIYtyoLE/s200/heart01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031286741835115570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is not jealous, it is not pompous, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK5EII27EI/AAAAAAAAADA/2AHY7PcP80o/s1600-h/heart02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK5EII27EI/AAAAAAAAADA/2AHY7PcP80o/s200/heart02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031287214281518146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it is not inflated,&lt;a name="v5"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;it is not rude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK5PoI27FI/AAAAAAAAADI/0JcBYf6T2NA/s1600-h/heart08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK5PoI27FI/AAAAAAAAADI/0JcBYf6T2NA/s200/heart08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031287411850013778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it does not seek its own interests, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK5hII27GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/L7xXH8bBUCk/s1600-h/heart04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK5hII27GI/AAAAAAAAADQ/L7xXH8bBUCk/s200/heart04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031287712497724514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it is not quick-tempered, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK5xoI27HI/AAAAAAAAADY/bfKR2OjhxTM/s1600-h/heart09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK5xoI27HI/AAAAAAAAADY/bfKR2OjhxTM/s200/heart09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031287995965566066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it does not brood over injury, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK6EII27II/AAAAAAAAADg/AG6zFeoQjCY/s1600-h/heart05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK6EII27II/AAAAAAAAADg/AG6zFeoQjCY/s200/heart05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031288313793145986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK6TII27JI/AAAAAAAAADo/xd8TKYZpZKY/s1600-h/heart06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK6TII27JI/AAAAAAAAADo/xd8TKYZpZKY/s200/heart06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031288571491183762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It bears all things, believes all things, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK6mYI27KI/AAAAAAAAADw/a4Q-g4gGWfU/s1600-h/heart03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK6mYI27KI/AAAAAAAAADw/a4Q-g4gGWfU/s200/heart03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031288902203665570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hopes all things, endures all things. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK6y4I27LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oVSTypn8FwA/s1600-h/heart10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK6y4I27LI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oVSTypn8FwA/s200/heart10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031289116952030386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love never fails.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;— 1 Corinthian 3:4-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/25365680-1395850256155059519?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/1395850256155059519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=1395850256155059519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/1395850256155059519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/1395850256155059519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines.html' title='happy hearts day!'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RdK4UoI27CI/AAAAAAAAACw/Dm7AjdaV2fo/s72-c/heart07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-2361925916201390287</id><published>2007-02-13T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T16:28:29.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Think about it&lt;br /&gt;'cause we only have&lt;br /&gt;one shot of destiny&lt;br /&gt;all i'm asking&lt;br /&gt;could it possibly&lt;br /&gt;you and me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Cueshe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-2361925916201390287?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/2361925916201390287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=2361925916201390287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/2361925916201390287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/2361925916201390287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/02/stay.html' title='stay'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-6413581917211180234</id><published>2007-02-10T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:19:20.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/Rc04D4I26-I/AAAAAAAAACE/hSFVGxTGga8/s1600-h/bluemoon03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/Rc04D4I26-I/AAAAAAAAACE/hSFVGxTGga8/s320/bluemoon03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029737998103014370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ang &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;ue Moo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; ay ang pangalawang pag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bilog ng buwan (full moon) sa loob ng isang buwan. Ang p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;angalawang pagbilog ng buwan ay mas malaki at mas maganda. &lt;st1:sn&gt;Kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; iyong titingnang mabuti ito ay kulay asul.&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;~o~0~o~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Minsan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; dumating ang BLUE MOON, kaya &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; ito’y magaganap, samantalahing tingnan ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; ganda nito at gawin ang mga magaganda at masasayang bagay sa ilalim ng buwan dahil hindi mo alam &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; kailan ito maaaring muling mangyari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;~o~0~o~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;Para&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; itong TUNAY NA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; PAG-IBIG, minsan &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; dumating, kaya &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; nahanap mo na, huwag mong bitiwan, huwag mong hayaang mawala — yakapin mong mabuti at pahalagahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; dahil hindi ka na makahahanap ng isa pang tunay at wagas na pag-ibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;~o~0~o~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A heart truly in love never loses hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A heart truly in love knows time nor distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True love happens only once…but its enough to last for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~o~0~o~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila dalawang klase r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aw ang pag ibig — ang tunay na pag ibig at ang unang pag ibig, Maaaring sa magkaibang tao maranasan a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng tunay na pag-ibig gayundin ang unang pag-ibig. &lt;st1:sn&gt;Kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; tunay at wagas ang pag-iibigan ng dalawang tao kahit magkalayo sila, paglalapitin pa rin sila ng panahon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~o~0~o~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True love only happens once... in a... BLUE MOON...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-6413581917211180234?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/6413581917211180234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=6413581917211180234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/6413581917211180234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/6413581917211180234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/02/blue-moon.html' title='blue moon'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/Rc04D4I26-I/AAAAAAAAACE/hSFVGxTGga8/s72-c/bluemoon03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-6885861137931802630</id><published>2007-02-06T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:52:44.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasalamat ka sa kanya</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bakit kaya minsan ang sarap magmahal kahit walang kapalit? Naisip mo na ba ‘yun? Akala mo okey &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; pero sobrang hirap. Ito ang mga tanong, realization na &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Masarap magmahal hindi ba? Kahit ikaw hindi ka sigurado sa pag-ibig na taong mahal na mahal mo. Minsan iniisip mo na &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; na ‘pag dating ng tamang panahon magiging maayos din ang lahat. &lt;st2:city&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;Sana&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:City&gt; nga, nang hindi ka naman mukhang tanga na umaasa sa wala.&lt;br /&gt;Minsan din ang sarap-sarap isiping minamahal ka ng taong mahal mo! ‘Yung tipong kayo na &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; &lt;st2:city&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;sana&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:City&gt; at hindi ang babaeng nakikita mong kasama niya na masaya at akala ang buong mundo ay kanilang-kanila;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Minsan, ang sarap ding bumalik sa nakaraan. ‘Yung tipong masaya pa kayo, parang mga batang walang problema &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; meron man parang against all odds ang settings pero may nakabitin pa rin tanong: Ano kayang nangyari? Pero ang kadalasang kasagutan ay:&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Kasi ‘di      pala kami para sa isa’t isa;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Nagkamali      ako sa kanya;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;Iniwan&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;       &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt; niya ko;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ay iba na siyang      mahal;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;iloko&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;       &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt; niya ko;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ako gusto ng parents      niya;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;yoko ng puro na &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;      kami away;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;asyado niya &lt;st1:givenname&gt;kong&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;      sinasaktan;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;agsawa na siya sa      kin; pero ito pinakamasakit;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Hindi      pala niya talaga ako mahal&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;(parang panakip butas)&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grabe hindi ba? Pero kailan kaya natin maririnig na nagpapasalamat ang&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;isang umiibig sa taong nakasakit at sinaktan siya? &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;insan naisip din kaya natin na &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; ano ang kahalagahan ng isang bagay?&lt;span style=""&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;Yung kailangang bigyan ng halaga habang nandiyan pa! Minsan kasi, saka &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; natin nalalaman ang isang worth ng isang bagay ‘pag wala na ito satin! Kaya minsan isipin din natin ‘yung mga sinasabi, kinikilos, ginagawa natin kasi hindi lahat ng tao ay kayang tanggapin &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; ano at paano natin ginagawa ang isang bagay. Subukan nating magpasalamat sa kabila ng lahat:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Kung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; sinaktan ka niya&lt;/b&gt; — magpasalamat ka dahil siya ang dahilan      para tumibay ka;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Kung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; niloko ka niya&lt;/b&gt; — patawarin mo at pasalamatan mo dahil &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;      hindi sa&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kanya hindi mo mararamdam ang sakit na puwede ring maramdaman ng      iba. Atleast hindi mo gagawain sa iba;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Kung&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; hindi ka niya minahal&lt;/b&gt; — pasalamatan mo dahil atleast kahit      papaano ay na feel mong minahal ka niya kahit hindi. Pasalamat siya dahil      ikaw, minahal mo siya nang buong-buo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minsan kailangan &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; natin harapin &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; anuman ang nakasakit sa atin. Piliting kalimutan, piliting harapin. &lt;st1:sn&gt;Kung&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; ano ang &lt;st2:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;noon&lt;/st2:time&gt;, &lt;st2:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;noon&lt;/st2:time&gt; &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; ‘&lt;/span&gt;yun. Iba ang ngayon! &lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;Dahil&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;  &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt; nasaktan ka man &lt;st2:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;noon&lt;/st2:time&gt;, ngayon ay mag-iingat ka na at alam mo na &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:Sn&gt; ano ang dapat at hindi para hindi na masaktan.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ahalin mo ang mga taong nakasakit sa’yo dahil sila ang dahilan para maging mas matibay ka para sa susunod ‘di ka na basta-basta, ‘di padalus-dalos.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pag-isipan mo ito:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sino      ba ang mas mahalaga, ang taong mahal mo o ang taong gusto mong mahalin?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ng taong kasama mo      buong araw o ang taong iniisip mo bago matapos ang araw? &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Siya      bang kasa-kasama mo sa lahat ng ginagawa mo o siyang dahilan ng lahat ng      galaw at ginagawa mo? &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;no ba ang mas mahalaga?      ‘Yung taong nais mong makasama habambuhay o ‘yung taong hindi mo makita      ang habang buhay kapag wala siya?&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;no ang mas      matimbang? ‘Yung taong ‘pag kasama mo’y parang kay bilis ng oras o ‘yung      taong tuwing iniisip mo’y parang kay bagal ng oras?&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;no ang susundin mo?      Ang dinidikta mo sa puso mo o ang dinidikta ng puso mo sa’yo?&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;ya ba ‘yung laging      pumapasok sa isip mo o siya ‘yung laging laman ng panaginip mo?&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;no nga ba? Ang      taong nagpaluha sa’yo o ang taong nagpunas sa minsang&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pagluha mo?&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;no sa kanila? Ang      taong nagpapatawa sa’yo o ang taong dahilan ng lahat ng iyong emosyon? &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;no nga bang      pipiliin mo? Ang taong muling nagbukas ng puso mo o ang taong matagal nang      nandoon? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-6885861137931802630?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/6885861137931802630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=6885861137931802630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/6885861137931802630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/6885861137931802630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/02/pasalamat-ka-sa-kanya.html' title='pasalamat ka sa kanya'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-8704083791232074576</id><published>2007-02-04T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:27:00.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RcVf5ef96uI/AAAAAAAAABo/DrWDLQ8vYbE/s1600-h/bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RcVf5ef96uI/AAAAAAAAABo/DrWDLQ8vYbE/s320/bill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027530000073353954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"One thousand" contains the letter "a". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But none of the words from one to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;nine hundred ninety-nine has an "a".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sige magbilang ka pa! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-8704083791232074576?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/8704083791232074576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=8704083791232074576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/8704083791232074576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/8704083791232074576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/02/trivia.html' title='trivia'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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/_oix1pwr07qc/RcVf5ef96uI/AAAAAAAAABo/DrWDLQ8vYbE/s72-c/bill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-5187266685257476606</id><published>2007-01-20T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:35:38.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 secrets guys oughta know about girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1. Girls like guys with sense of humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbHfj-f96pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/f9eMG-4EkM8/s1600-h/lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbHfj-f96pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/f9eMG-4EkM8/s320/lady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022040868660308626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2. Girls hate guys who always brag about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's a rare thing for girls to go for flings unlike many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; guys do.&lt;br /&gt;4. Take a close look at this paradox: Girls are generally impulsive buyers but are good in budgeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5. Too sweet girls are usually the naggers.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your girlfriend can either jokingly or seriously get jealous over your basketball games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7. Girls are very suspicious human beings.&lt;br /&gt;8. A guy oughta understand his girl's mood swings specially when she has her monthly period.&lt;br /&gt;9. Girls love t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o chat about anything.&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls easily get carried away by their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;11. You must tell a girl that you are courting her. Unless ou make obvious proposal, she could either play numb or be really numb of your feelings for her.&lt;br /&gt;12. The girl who gives you a quick "yes" could either be too impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;13. A girl's decision is always changeable.&lt;br /&gt;14. It is really hard to trace why girls are unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;15. Girls can easily change their mind because of hearsays.&lt;br /&gt;16. Girls hate guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;who gossip.&lt;br /&gt;17. You would know that a girl likes you if she laughs even at your corniest joke and even pays attention at your nonsense talk.&lt;br /&gt;18. You can hook a girl by knowing her interests.&lt;br /&gt;19. It is a fact that girls, since brith of the world, can be professional flirts using their magical charms.&lt;br /&gt;20. Girls hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; it when you make them wait.&lt;br /&gt;21. Girls love babies.&lt;br /&gt;22. If you're truly in love with a girl, you will have a hard time to convince her telling so.&lt;br /&gt;23. Girls don't take a full meal especially when they are on a diet. But they love to eat jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;kfood, , sweets or fruits in between meals that can double up a full meal.&lt;br /&gt;24. Beware: a girl knows how to persuade you that you could do her a favor through her charisma or seductive body language without you knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;25. Girls are flattered when you make them melt in your eyes, but they would do anything just to show disapproval.&lt;br /&gt;26. Girls are every conscious people.&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls hate guys who whistle at their back. The act makes them look like cheap.&lt;br /&gt;28. Girls hate guys who hurt them physically.&lt;br /&gt;29. A girl is not necessarily after a guy with towering height. He just has to be taller then she is.&lt;br /&gt;30. Girls generally do not court guys which make you guys so lucky to have their privilege to court your pick.&lt;br /&gt;31. Girls who court g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;uys are desperate. It is awkward to see a girl courting a guy.&lt;br /&gt;32. Girls usually complete unconsciously among themselves especially when it comes to beauty.&lt;br /&gt;33. Girls love pampering and being pampered by their boyfriends. So be careful, this can lead her to be possessive.&lt;br /&gt;34. Never spoil a girl. Someday, if you fail to do a favor for her, she could lay the blame on you after all you did to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;35. Girls have changeable moods.&lt;br /&gt;36. Girls love being serenaded. The spookiest and the corniest thing that you do is for her the most romantic and the most memorable.&lt;br /&gt;37. Girls like smart guys.&lt;br /&gt;38. Girls like neat and presentable guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;39. If you're thinking that girls are very particular with a guy's looks, then it's time for you to make a paradigm shift. It's actually the attitude and the way you treat them that they mostly fall for.&lt;br /&gt;40. Girls can keep their deepest darkest secrets for a lifetime unlike guys who are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;41. Girls are the ones who can make a relationship stay longer but they don't want to have the dominating character over their boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;42. You should let her cool first before you say sorry, otherwise she won't accept your apology.&lt;br /&gt;43. Girls usually go for older guys.&lt;br /&gt;44. Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, a girl is man's weakness.&lt;br /&gt;45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Girls are generally pitiful and merciful.&lt;br /&gt;46. Girls are physically weaker than guys but are emotionally stronger when problems arise.&lt;br /&gt;47. Girls easily cry. That is why they are rarely violent because they ventilate themselves through crying.&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A girl smokes and drinks though she knows it's not a good impression on her.&lt;br /&gt;49. Girls love gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;50. Girls like guys who can protect and defend them. You don't have to be a macho man though. 51. Girls hate weaklings. It's enough that their gender has the weakest physique of all human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbHrY-f96qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lwKJg-N2Bho/s1600-h/lady02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbHrY-f96qI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lwKJg-N2Bho/s320/lady02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022053873821280930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2. A girl can be fond of an effeminate. They may fall in love with a gay under considerable reasons.&lt;br /&gt;53. Girls are constantly demure when guys (especially their crushes) are arou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;nd but can be wild behind their back.&lt;br /&gt;54. A girl hates it when her friend squeals about her crushes or secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;55. A girl that has admired a stranger could research even the least and nonsense bits of info about him.&lt;br /&gt;56. Girls are generally more organized people than guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;57. Girls wear makeup not because they are not confident with how they look but because they want to highlight their physical assets.&lt;br /&gt;58. Girls like guys with electrical and carpentering skills. These assure them that they can handle even the smallest and peculiar thing.&lt;br /&gt;59. Girls like McGyver-like guys who can easily look for a way out when situations corner them. 60. Girls are generally good in subjects like Language and Social Science than Mathematics and General Science.&lt;br /&gt;61. If a girl says "no," believe her. If a girl really likes you, she wouldn't give you a "no." She'll give you hanging messages instead.&lt;br /&gt;62. Girls only play hard-to-get when they think her crush or suitor finds her obvious that she has feelings for him.&lt;br /&gt;63. Girls have legions of insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;64. Girls also stammer when they're talking to the guy they truly admire.&lt;br /&gt;65. Girls have innumerable crushes but her heart belongs only to one guy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Girls mature faster and grow older than guys their same age.&lt;br /&gt;67. Girls are more prone to getting fat easily.&lt;br /&gt;68. Girls love receiving letters.&lt;br /&gt;69. Girls are mostly panic-buyers and worriers.&lt;br /&gt;70. Girls love surprises.&lt;br /&gt;71. It is false humility girls show when they're given compliments.&lt;br /&gt;72. It is by playing tame pussycat but you tame the shrew.&lt;br /&gt;73. Before you court a girl, study her inside out.&lt;br /&gt;74. Girls are particular in getting, grouping, or having things in one color.&lt;br /&gt;75. It's hard for a girl to recover from her past.&lt;br /&gt;76. A girls prefers to learn about relationships from novels than through experience.&lt;br /&gt;77. Psychologists proved that a girl, who was molested at a very young age, loses her self esteem and develops negative attitude towards other people.&lt;br /&gt;78. A girl can easily forgive you if you are sincere with your apology.&lt;br /&gt;79. A girl can only be healed from her past through the enabling touch of God.&lt;br /&gt;80. Girls murmur a lot or make tantrums when they get irritated. They can control their emotions but not their temper.&lt;br /&gt;81. Girls easily get watery eyed over telenovelas and dramas.&lt;br /&gt;82. A girl gets annoyed to a guy who pushes himself so hard to get her.&lt;br /&gt;83. Girls act snob to guys either they like too much or hate too much.&lt;br /&gt;84. A girl can suppress her feelings if she knows that a relationship wouldn't work.&lt;br /&gt;85.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Girls are weight conscious.&lt;br /&gt;86. If a guy is too innocent about handling a relationship, a girl would rather dump him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbM_y-f96rI/AAAAAAAAABI/63slqSBKUCM/s1600-h/lady05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbM_y-f96rI/AAAAAAAAABI/63slqSBKUCM/s320/lady05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022428154451323570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;87. Girls love being wooed.&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A girl would flaunt her assets just to hook you.&lt;br /&gt;89.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Immature guys are out from girl's list.&lt;br /&gt;90. There's somehow a prick in a girl, who busted you, when she learns you're courting another girl, she'll thinks that that girl would rather dump you also.&lt;br /&gt;91. A girl can make you wait for years in courting her but could eventually give you a "no" in the long run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;92. It is not always because she said "yes" that she likes or love you. She could have just said it for superficial reasons.&lt;br /&gt;93. A girl loves talking all alone with the guy she's truly in love with especially in romantic and isol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ated places.&lt;br /&gt;94. Girls drool a lot over shopping malls.&lt;br /&gt;95. Girls like guys with broad shoulders and breasts.&lt;br /&gt;96. Girls admire sports-minded guys a lot.&lt;br /&gt;97. High heels increases a girl's poise on a catwalk.&lt;br /&gt;98. Girls love guys who can bear with what they feel.&lt;br /&gt;99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. Girls are genetically sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;100. Unless a girl enters Nursing, Biology, or medical courses or profession, she will always have that irk from seeing blood and will always repel to see, smell, or even hear disgusting stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-5187266685257476606?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/5187266685257476606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=5187266685257476606&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/5187266685257476606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/5187266685257476606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/01/100-secrets-guys-oughta-know-about.html' title='100 secrets guys oughta know about girls'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbHfj-f96pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/f9eMG-4EkM8/s72-c/lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-8308356432682863207</id><published>2007-01-19T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:55:20.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Always remember that if you lose s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;omeone today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; it mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;s that someone better is coming tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Anyone who has gone through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;the agony of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;losin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;g som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;eone she/he loves so much will still wish against all odds to have that love back again. But, sometimes a love lost is a love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;gone forever. N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;o amount of hope can bring back to life a relationship that just died a natural death. Set yourself free. Let y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; heart spread its wings and fly. &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbC5NOf96nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tdC9UsjELEs/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbC5NOf96nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tdC9UsjELEs/s320/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021717221399718514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Remember, it may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;rain for 40 days and 40 nights, but still will not rain forever. One day the pou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;ring will stop and there will be plenty of branches where you can find rest. One of these is where you will build your nest and start over again. It's ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;ver too late. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you may find love and lose it but "WHEN LOVE DIES, YOU NEVER HAVE TO DIE WITH IT". Remember, you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;not be a redeemer all your life. The best way to weigh a relationship is out it in the test of fire. You cannot be a sooner of your mistake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;forever. Remember, we all fall and make wrong decisions but our blunders are meant not to bury u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;s deep in misery but to teach us the valued lessons of life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving is always a learning process. With love, we learn HOW TO CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; and SACRIFICE. We learn to SHARE and REACH OUT. We learn to be UNSELFISH and GIVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;MORE THAN WE CAN. And when everything doesn't end well, we learn how it feels like to FALL and GET HU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;RT. But learning doesn't have to end there. After our fall, we strive to get back on our feet and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; This is where we learn that "LIFE DOESN'T END WHERE OUR HEARTACHES BEGIN." "THERE IS NO FUTURE IN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;A RELATIONSHIP OF LIES AND SELFISHNESS". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, there is life in love. But, there can still be life even after losing love if you LEAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; the past behind and let your heart HEAL and give you the chance to FIND yourself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The success of a relationship lies not only in the beauty of its beginning but in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;its consistency. Make a choice not on impulse but a decision based on a healthy balance of mind and heart. Let us always remember that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;"HAPPINESS IS NOT A MATTER OF DESTINY BUT A MATTER OF CHOICE". There comes a time in our lives when we chance upon someone so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; and beautiful and we just find ourselves getting so intensely attracted to that person. This feeling soon becomes a p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;art of our everyday lives and eventually consumes our thoughts and actions. The sad part of it is when we begin to R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;EALIZE that this person feels NOTHING MORE for us than FRIENDSHIP. We start our desperate attemp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;t to GET NOTICED and BE CLOSER but in the end our efforts are still UNREWARDED and we end up being SORRY FOR OURSELVES. "YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; DON'T HAVE TO FORGET SOMEONE YOU LOVE. WHAT YOU NEED TO LEARN IS HOW TO ACCEPT THE VERDICT OF REALITY WITHOUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;BEING BITTER OR SORRY FOR YOURSELF. YOU WOULD BE BETTER OFF GIVING THAT THE DEDICATION AND L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;OVE TO SOMEONE MORE DESERVING". Don't let your heart run your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;be sensible and let your mind speak for itself. Listen not only to your feelings but to reason as well. Always remember t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;hat if you lose someone today, it means that someone better is coming tomorrow. "IF YOU LOSE LOVE, THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; HAVE FAILED IN LOVE. CRY IF YOU HAVE TO, BUT MAKE SURE THAT TEARS WASH AWAY THE HURT AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;THE BITTERNESS THAT THE PAST LEFT YOU WITH. LET GO OF YESTERDAY AND LOVE WILL FIND ITS WAY BACK TO YOU". And when it d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;oes, pray that it may be the love that will stay and last a lifetime. A woman on the rebound could easily fall for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;sweeping emotions and be made to falsely believe that she finally stumbled upon the right man when what she just found is only someone to cove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;r up for the love she lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbC57Of96oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1DOQ7WXtAUI/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbC57Of96oI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1DOQ7WXtAUI/s320/sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021718011673700994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; a promise with words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;and not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; with actions may never live up to fulfill them. "ITS TRUE THAT LOVE CAN WAIT FOREVER BUT IT IS CRAZY TO STUBBORNLY HOPE FOR SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T EVEN CARE OR UNDERSTAND HOW WE FEEL." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes us see things through rose-colored glasses. Most of the time, we fail to recognize the danger sign that light up along our way. This feeling you have nurtured for so long isn't healthy anymore. You must realize that you have to let go now before it consumes you and your sanity. There is always a time to think and stop. A time to be sensible and not allow our hearts to rule over our heads. "YOU DESERVE TO BE HAPPY NOT IN THE ARMS OF A MAN WHO KEEPS YOU WAITING BUT IN THE ARMS OF SOMEONE WHO WILL TAKE YOU NOW AND LOVE YOU FOREVER." If loving a person who is attached to someone else is a crime, then maybe, many of us would have been jailed long before we realize what its consequences could have been. Loving someone is never a sin. It is what people do out of love that sometimes makes it all wrong. The selfish desire to want that person is what makes it a sin. "DON'T THINK ONLY OF YOUR FEELINGS FOR REAL LOVE DOESN'T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;HAVE A PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; FOR SELFISH PEOPLE. "When there is love, there is always sacrifice. When we love someone, we never easily give up on that person. Even if we get hurt badly we always try to find a way to ease the pain and learn to understand and forgive. Loving too much doesn't hurt. It is when we expect this love to be reciprocated that we begin to seek approval and acceptance of the things we have done and when we are taken for granted and rejected, we curse the very same love that we once freely and happily offered. "DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME WAITING FOR SOMEONE WHO NEVER REALLY CARED ABOUT HOW YOU WOULD HAVE FELT. OPEN YOUR HEART AGAIN AND GIVE YOUR SELF THE CHANCE TO FIND THE MAN WHO WOULD MAKE LOVING WORTH THE PAIN AND THE SACRIFICE". Just like anything else, our love grows weak and dies if not taken cared of. It can keep up with pain only to a certain extent. Beyond that, it withers without any hope of recovery and soon dies. "GOD WAKES US UP IN THE MIDST OF A STORM TO TEACH US A LESSON. HE TAKES AWAY PEOPLE WE LOVE SO WE CAN LEARN TO VALUE LOVE ITSELF. HE MAKES US CRY SO HARD SO WE CAN SEE CLEARLY WHEN WE OPEN OUR EYES. HE MAKES US BITTER SO WE CAN REALIZE THAT THERE IS NO GENUINE HAPPINESS IF WE THINK ONLY OF OUR NEEDS AND NOT OF OTHERS?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/25365680-8308356432682863207?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/8308356432682863207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=8308356432682863207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/8308356432682863207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/8308356432682863207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2007/01/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oix1pwr07qc/RbC5NOf96nI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tdC9UsjELEs/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-116704761934963801</id><published>2006-12-25T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T19:53:39.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5141/2649/1600/854653/manger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5141/2649/320/473776/manger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year to all!&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/25365680-116704761934963801?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/116704761934963801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=116704761934963801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/116704761934963801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/116704761934963801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-116626505052468638</id><published>2006-12-16T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T18:30:50.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eeelllooo!!! I'm alive! hehehe...tagal ko kc nakatulog, grabe almost ilang buwan akong natulog nang walang gisingan! harharhar! well..start n uli ako...uhmm..mejo mganda topic ko for my new start (teka may natapos b?) well, well, well...let me share u this stuff cute xa..actually it was published in a certain tabloid (san kaya un? hulaan nyo kaya? hehehe) and its all about my dreams...check this out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DUMATING NA ANG SUWERTE SA BUHAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5141/2649/1600/813509/2%20babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 181px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5141/2649/200/793372/2%20babies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Itatanong ko &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt; po ang mga panaginip ko, Dalawang sanggol, nasa &lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;kam&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;a&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt; ko at inaalagaan ko raw. Nasa &lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;kama&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt; rin ang mother ko pero nakahiga &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt; siya. Tapos, tumae ‘yung mga bata nang malambot po, nahawakan ko kasi pinalitan ko ng lampin. ‘Yung isang sanggol ay nakakaupo na pero parang bagong&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;panganak pa &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt; naman ‘yun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;o0o0o0o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ang “dalawang sanggol” at ikaw ay iisa. Ibig sabihin, sa ngayon &lt;st2:city&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:city&gt; ng sanggol, ikaw ay masasabing isang bagong nilalang dito sa mundong ibabaw. Palatandaan na ikaw ay nahaharap sa bagong kabanata ng iyong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Pero bakit “dalawa ang sanggol”, eh, iisa ka &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt; naman? ‘Yung isang ikaw ay tatawagin nating “inosenteng ikaw” kasi, ang mga sanggol ay inosente o walang pang kamalayan sa &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt; ano talaga ang kahulugan ng buhay. Bilang karagdagang pahiwatig, sa panaginip mo ay “nakahiga rin o kasama mo ang mother mo” dahil ang mga inosente o walang muwang sa mundo ay nangangailangan ng isang may alam o mayaman sa karanasan at iyon nga ang inilalarawan ng “mother” mo.&lt;br /&gt;Sa biglang tingin, tila maganda at nakakatuwa ang kahulugan ng “inosenteng ikaw” pero &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt; lalaliman natin ang pag-aanalisa, ito ay nagsasabing sa tunay na buhay, susubukan mo o nais mong makipagsapalaran sa isang mapanganib na bagay &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt; saan ang dulo o kahihinatnan ay hindi mo alam.&lt;br /&gt;Ang isa pang sanggol na ikaw nga rin ay tatawagin naman nating “ang bagong ikaw!” Ibig sabihin, hindi na ikaw ang dating si &lt;st1:givenname&gt;Fhaye&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;! Palatandaan ito na nalimot mo na ang iyong mga nakaraang kabiguan, naitapon mo na ang iyong mga pangit na kahapon at ikaw sa ngayon ay may mga bagong pananaw na sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Sa pinag-isang “dalawang sanggol” sa iyong panaginip, sinasabing ang pagiging inosente o walang malay mo sa takbo ng buhay at ang pagkakaroon mo ng bagong pagkatao, ikaw sa ngayon ay makadarama ng kakaibang sigla, lakas at init na para bang wala kang katatakutan, walang aatrasan at ang alam mo, ang lahat ay kaya mo.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya mo kaya talaga? Opo, dahil ang “nakahiga sa &lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;kama&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt; ang mother mo” ay nagsasabing ang iyong Diyos na kinikilala na Siyang tunay na may likha sa iyo ay laging nasa tabi mo. ‘&lt;st1:givenname&gt;Di&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; ba ang sabi, “&lt;st1:sn&gt;Kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;kasama ko ang Diyos, lahat ay kaya ko?”&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay magkakatotoo, dahil ang&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“tumae ang mga sanggol” ay nagpapahiwatig ng pagkakaroon mo ng magandang kapalaran kasi ang “tae ng sanggol” ay iniuugnay sa magagandang pangyayari. Una, ang “tae” ay kakaiba o ‘di pangkaraniwang kaligayahan. Pangalawa, ang “tae” ay para rin sa materyal na pakinabang , &lt;st2:city&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;gaya&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:city&gt; ng maraming pera o yaman.&lt;br /&gt;Ang “pinalitan mo ng lampin” ay simpleng pagpapalit ng bihis. Kumbaga, seseryosohin mo na ang iyong buhay, papalitan mo rin ‘yung mga ‘di magagandang gawi at itutugma mo ang iyong pagkatao sa mga nais mong gawin sa bago mong mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ang “nakakaupo na pero bagong panganak &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt;” ay nagsasabing ikaw ay nagmamadali. Palatandaan din ito na ayon sa iyo, medyo nauubos na ang oras mo. Kumbaga, ang panahon ay kalaban mo, nagkakaedad ka na kaya talagang kailangan mong magmadali.&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo, iha, lahat ng babae, dalaga man o may asawa ay nanaginip ng “sanggol” pagkatapos na mabigo. Minsan sa mismong pangarap, minsan sa lovelife, at minsan din, sa mismong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Habang ang mga babae ay nakararanas ng ‘di magagandang pangyayari sa kanilang buhay at hindi pa nananaginip ng “sanggol”, ibig sabihin, ‘di pa tapos ang pangit nilang buhay. Kaya, masasabing ikaw ay masuwerte o dumating na ang suwerte mo dahil pinaniniwalaang tapos na ang lungkot na bumabalot sa iyong kalooban.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;o0o0o0o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O, divah! panalo! parang totoo! hehehe...well slight! and maybe its the time for me to make a new start...just wait and see n lng....mwaahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-116626505052468638?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/116626505052468638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=116626505052468638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/116626505052468638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/116626505052468638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-new-start.html' title='my new start...'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-116211112670950583</id><published>2006-10-29T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:38:46.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ako, ako at ako lang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/fhayefhaye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/320/fhayefhaye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;juz me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/25365680-116211112670950583?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/116211112670950583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=116211112670950583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/116211112670950583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/116211112670950583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/10/ako-ako-at-ako-lang.html' title='ako, ako at ako lang!'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-115727617274494064</id><published>2006-09-03T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T17:36:14.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Parang kayo” setup? Ano ‘yun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read every lines... it all matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She is a 24-year old copywriter. He is an architect. They met and became lovers in college. They broke up last year but remained to be "friends." They send sweet text messages and he calls her often to make sure she's okay. They still date. They still have sex. They don't see anyone else. It is obvious that they still love each other but when asked about their situation, she doesn't know the real score. Even her friends are in the dark. "Parang sila, pero hindi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o0o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She works in a telecom. He is reviewing for the board. They are in the same barkada. They talk on the phone till &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:time style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" minute="0" hour="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;4 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. He gives her chocolates, flowers and CDs even when there is no occasion. Their friends are suspecting something. Bakit sila nagsosolo kapag may overnight inuman? Why does he hold her close on the dance floor? Bakit sila magka-holding hands lagi? Sila kaya? "He hasn't admitted anything," she rants. "But I let him hug and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; kiss me. &gt;Parang kami, pero hindi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; o0o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;They work together in an ad agency. After office, they would watch movie, have dinner and stroll at Glorietta. She gave him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; books for his birthday in exchange for posing as her boyfriend to make an ex jealous. They made out during the company outing in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:place style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Subic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; and never talked about it. He said "I love you" once but she wasn't sure if she heard him correctly because they were both drunk then. But one thing she is sure of is her feelings for him. She likes him. And she's assuming that with what he's doing to her and with her, he likes her, too. There's just one hitch: he has a girlfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o0o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;he is a 28-year-old virgin. He's a 35-year-old bachelor. Both mountaineers, they became close during their climbs. After a few dates in posh restaurants, he brings her to his condo where they would make out. They have been doing this for months. She wants to believe that "sila na" but then she's not really sure about it. "We don't talk about it but it doesn't really matter," she'd tell her friends. "What's important is I am enjoying this -- whatever it is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The "parang kayo, pero hindi" stage. Others call it MU or mutual understanding. Pseudo-relationships. Pseudo-boyfriends. Flings. Almost like a relationship, but not quite. It is a phase where the persons involved are more than friends, but not quite lovers.Puwedeng may verbal agreement, puwedeng wala. One or both of you may have admitted your feelings, posible ring hindi. You just let your gestures do the talking for you. Walang pormal na ligawan na nangyari. Hindi kayo mag-dyowa. Pero sa kilos ninyo, sa mga sinasabi ninyo, parang kayo, pero hindi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of "relationship" can happen at different stages for different reasons. It can happen after a break-up. You still love each other, and you want to be with each other but you broke up for a reason. And for reasons that you alone know, ayaw ninyo munang magkabalikan.&lt;br /&gt;It can also happen before a relationship, iyong pareho kayong nakikiramdam. Posible rin na ayaw ninyo munang mag-seryoso kaya kunwa-kunwarian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; muna. Testing lang. Puwede ring hindi puwedeng maging kayo kasi isa sa inyo — usually the guy — may karelasyon na. Kaya habang hindi pa siya nakikipag-break doon sa girl (sabi niya makikipag-break siya soon pero di naman niya ginagawa), wala muna kayong relasyon para nga naman hindi siya nangagaliwa kasi "hindi naman kayo."&lt;br /&gt;This pseudo-relationship stage, for a time, can be fun. Lalo na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; naghahanap ka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; naman ng "kalaro." Pero huwag ka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; mag-e-expect na may patutunguhan kayo kasi wala talagang kasiguraduhan. So bakit ang daming nagse-settle sa ganitong set up ganoong hindi naman sigurado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; may patutunguhan? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Iba’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; ibang dahilan. Puwedeng for fun lang. Puwedeng "buti na iyan kesa wala" or puwede na iyang "pantawid-gutom." Meaning, habang wala pa iyong the real thing, doon muna sa kunwa-kunwarian. For those who are not in a serious relationship, they would think that pseudo-relationship is better than no relationship at all. It would be fun, if all you are after for is that "kilig" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Aminado naman ako na once upon a time, may mga pseudo-relationships din ako. No commitments involved. For the simplest reason that they couldn't commit, because they were either committed to someone else, or that they weren't ready to commit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rationalization, "okay na iyun, kesa wala." Ang habol ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; naman, iyong kilig feeling. Iyong merong nagtatanong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; kumusta araw ko. Iyong merong ka-cuddle sa beach outing. Iyong kapag tumunog ang cellphone, mapapangiti na ako dahil alam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; galing sa kanya ang message. Iyong merong laging kasama. Habang wala pa ang the real thing, puwede na itong pagtiyagaan.&lt;br /&gt;But then I learned that although it was only a pseudo-relationship, the emotions were real. And usually, in this kind of set up, ang babae lagi ang lugi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Una, you can't ask him to commit. Since it's not really a relationship, you can't demand commitment from your partner. Ano ba kayo? May K ka nga ba magpasundo ng hatinggabi? You will always be uncertain about your&lt;br /&gt;role in his life. You can't expect him to be always there with you. And if you feel jealous of the other girls, you just have to keep it to yourself. Ano ka ba niya para magselos? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, what if you fall deeply in love with him? You can't be sure if he feels the same way. Baka nag-a-assume ka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; na mahal ka rin niya. Even if you are dying to tell him you love him, you can't. Because you're not sure if he'll like it. Baka mapahiya ka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;. This stage will always make you wonder where you are in the relationship. Or if there is a relationship at all.&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo, what if you become attached too much? What if you have invested all your emotions and this man hasn't? What if you remain faithful to him, not entertaining other guys, only to find out that he is seeing other girls? Isa pang downside ng pseudo-relationships, it is fleeting. When a disagreement sets in, or when one of you gets cold, then that would be the end of it. Unlike in a serious relationship, hindi mo alam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; saan ka lulugar sa isang pseudo-relationship. Wala kang pinanghahawakan. Kasi sa pseudo-relationship, there is no "us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Meron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; "you and me," hindi "us."&lt;br /&gt;Buti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:city&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; pseudo-pain din &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; ang mararanasan mo. Kaso, hindi eh. Real pain. And usually, kahit tapos na ang pseudo-relationship, hindi mo maiwasan umasang one day, may karugtong pa rin iyun. And you will be&lt;br /&gt;miserable, hoping to bring back what you used to have, only to find out eventually that the guy is in another pseudo-relationship with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap, ano? You agreed to this kind of set up for fun and then you'd end up hurting yourself in the process. Pero puwede naman maiwasan ang pain, eh. Puwede naman na hindi mo muna isipin ang future and just enjoy the feeling, without thinking of the consequences. But if you are certain that you are going to hurt yourself in the process, kailangan mong mamili. You can be happy and live the moment without worrying what would happen next. Or you can stop settling with pseudo-relationships and wait for the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger and in a pseudo-relationship with an unavailable guy, afriend told me, "Sige, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; ayaw mong magpapigil, bahala ka. Magpakasaya ka. Pero huwag kang iiyak-iyak pagkatapos, dahil tatadyakan kita."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang bottom line lang naman, kung magpapasaya sa iyo, gawin mo. Ihanda mo lang ang sarili mo sa consequence. Dahil ang "parang kayo pero hindi" stage ay bihirang nagiging totoo. Usually, hanggang doon lang siya...almost, but not quite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/25365680-115727617274494064?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/115727617274494064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=115727617274494064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115727617274494064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115727617274494064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/09/parang-kayo-setup-ano-yun.html' title='“Parang kayo” setup? Ano ‘yun?'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-115493470228880266</id><published>2006-08-07T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:14:39.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an ex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I have an idea why people make such big deals about exes. &lt;st1:sn&gt;You know&lt;/st1:sn&gt;... stuff like, getting over the ex. Dealing with the ex. Being friends with the ex. Being the ex. I am an ex. I know that it's a stupid — &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and silly — to sound as if my whole life revolved around being somebody's ex-girlfriend. But I can't help it...that title packs a pretty strong punch.&lt;br /&gt;I am now and official member of the "love-and-lost" club. And while it's a title I don't exactly want, I have to admit that it does say something about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an ex. I once loved someone who loved me back. But he didn't want to stay...so I had to let him go. I cried a lot. I spent countless nights wondering what went wrong, muffling my sobs with my pillows so my parents wouldn't suspect that something was amiss. I'd reminisce about our happy times, then breakdown when I'd realize that he was no longer mine. I analyzed every single detail of our breakup. I wrote long emails to my closest friends. I talked endlessly about my situation. I spent my nights in tearful telephone conversations and my days in daydreams where we'd end up in each other's arms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he was still my angel, still my knight is shinning armor who i'd do anything for just to have back. But sometimes, I saw him as the devil incarnate who broke my heart in the worst possible way, and who deserved to be horsewhipped at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that it was all for the better. That this was what was best for the both of us. That this was God's plan. My friends offered similar advice, none of which I had heard before: "It's a sign that you're not meant for each other", " When God closed a door, He opens a window", "Someone better is coming for you", "There are so many other fish in the sea", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't work. Because deep down, I still believe that he was the one, the only one. And I couldn't understand how this was all for the better...when everyday seemed more&lt;br /&gt;torturous that the last... not being able to be with him the way I wanted to be, seeing him so unaffected, and dealing with my broken-and-smashed heart and my bruise ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to immerse myself in other activities to forget about him. I went out a lot. I filled my schedule with movie marathons, shopping sprees, and Dance maniax. It worked for a while.. but then there were times -- times when my mind was cleared of the busy thoughts I tried to occupy it with -- that I would think of him. His memory would sneak up to me on tiptoes, catching me in worst vulnerable moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to show the world that i was OK. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That i was over him. That is was time just being friends. I didn't go around with a big "X" on my forehead, not did I go around with puffy eyes and tissue box. I tried to live my life as I knew it before I met him. People thought that i was doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;They heard me laugh and they saw me smile; I seemed happy, they said; and I told myself that I was. But in the solace of my room, where I tried to organize my thoughts and sort our my feelings, I had to admit to myself that I wasn't truly happy. Because I was still yearning for someone, and my heart still ached for something that could not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over 7 months now since we broke up, surprisingly, things have gotten better. I've changed. Somewhere along the way, I realized that he wasn't the only one out there for me. I also realized that there were valid, powerful reasons why we split up. And I've become stronger, older, wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an ex. I've loved and lost. I've cried tears for the things that were and that could have been. I've wrestled with intense feelings of love and hate, or jealousy, of frustration. I've simultaneously taked down and brought up my pride. I've tried to rebuild my world without the person whom it used to revolve around. I've tried to save myself from the depths of depression and self-pity, and when I couldn't do that, I turned to God for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know exactly what I gained, or how much I lost. Maybe someday it will all be clear to me... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-115493470228880266?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/115493470228880266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=115493470228880266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115493470228880266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115493470228880266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-ex.html' title='I am an ex...'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-115493372995589343</id><published>2006-08-07T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:55:29.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever beginnings have an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end? These are questions left unanswered, word left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It's as hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you'll be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go feel not the pain of parting; it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of love that was meant to be a love that was.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love. After all nothing is constant but change. Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us even knowing why...and we must forget not because we want to but because we have to.&lt;br /&gt;In letting go, sorrows come not as single spy but in battalion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always remind you of him. It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine there are four billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable space and time. Time heals wounds but it takes push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all wishes come true. Not all love stories end with "happily ever after." We hate to suffer if it would mean happiness to others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pain. Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we have to live up with.&lt;br /&gt;It's over, he's gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled. Somewhere, somehow, someday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-115493372995589343?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/115493372995589343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=115493372995589343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115493372995589343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115493372995589343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/08/ever-beginnings-have-end.html' title='Ever beginnings have an end'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-115415602852212085</id><published>2006-07-29T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:53:48.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sa mga boys na tanga at girls na magaganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;, hinahabol kita pero ‘di mo ako pinapansin. Tapos isang araw nawala ako, hinanap mo ako at tinanong, “Bakit ka nagsawa?” Ngumiti ako, “Hindi ako nagsawa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Natauhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Puwede mo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial;"&gt; lokohin pero ‘wag kang magpapahuli sa akin. Puwede mo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: arial;"&gt; palitan pero siguraduhin mong mas mahal mo siya sa akin. Puwede mo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; iwan pero siguraduhin mong kaya mo. Kasi ‘pag ako sobrang nasaktan, wala ka nang babalikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; Ang Boys…&lt;br /&gt;KAPAG trip ka, magpapakilala. Kaibigan kuno hanggang pumorma na. Tapos ‘pag nahulog ka na, ayun, goodbye na dahil sawa na sila. Pero dapat walang iiyak at smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; tayo. Punyeta, anong silbi ng karma? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love and got hurt but I didn't shed too much tears nor did I ask him to love me again. Instead, I stood up proudly and said, “Ganyan talaga ang magaganda! Hindi bagay sa tanga!”&lt;br /&gt;Simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; para hindi ka masaktan. Kapag minahal ka, mahalin mo rin. Kapag ginago ka, gaguhin mo rin. Pero kapag umiyak ka, tanga ka! Ginago ka na nga, iiyakan mo pa?&lt;br /&gt;Kapag iniwan ka ng mahal mo, ‘wag mo siyang sisihin! Kausapin mo siya ng harap-harapan at sabihin mong, “Ingat ka, tanga ka pa naman!”&lt;br /&gt;Masakit ‘pag iniwan ka ng mahal mo. Pero ‘wag kang magagalit nang husto. Kahit papano may pinagsamahan naman kayo, ‘di ba? Kaya for the last time yakapin mo siya at ibulong mo, “Gago, tanga mo talaga!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, talo raw tayo sa mga boys? Papayag kayo? Sige, ‘pag niligawan tayo, sagot agad. ‘Pag iniwan tayo? Okay lang. Kapag sinabi nilang, “Uy, ex ko.” Alam ninyo sagot diyan? “Ay, ambisyoso!”&lt;br /&gt;If the one you love doesn't love you back, don't get depressed. Just think about it for a while, maybe cry a bit then wipe your tears and say, “Ang weird naman niya. ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; siya pumapatol sa magaganda!”&lt;br /&gt;You only got one life so live it well, one heart so take good care, one soul so keep it pure. One boyfriend? What a waste! Make it two or more! Sayang ganda natin!&lt;br /&gt;Kapag sinabi sa’yo ng mahal mo na ayaw na niya sa’yo, hayaan mo lang. ‘Wag kang iiyak at magpapakagago! Imbes na iyakan mo siya, ngitian mo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; at sabihin mo ang ganito, “So, paano? Bye na! Naghihintay na ang kapalit mo!”&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about break-ups? Oo nga, masakit. Makirot sa puso. Pero tandaan mo: a break-up isn’t only an end to a relationship. It’s also a beginning of a new one and an end to a living hell called “EX”!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-115415602852212085?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/115415602852212085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=115415602852212085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115415602852212085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115415602852212085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/07/para-sa-mga-boys-na-tanga-at-girls-na.html' title='Para sa mga boys na tanga at girls na magaganda'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-115398805342899244</id><published>2006-07-27T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T16:23:50.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which baby are you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/320/babies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JANUARY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FEBRUARY BABY&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. sexiest out of everyone. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MARCH BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. sexy. Affectionate Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does work well with others. Very confident. Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to cheer evryone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. hott but has brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MAY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Shy towards oppisite sex. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;JUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the best personality and are an absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have a very attractive partner. A wicked hottie . It is also more than likely that you have a massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may one day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the looks for it!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JULY BABY   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Snazzy at times. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AUGUST BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on attention. no self control. kind hearted. Self confident. loud and boisterous. very revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. likes talking and singing. loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be loved. hates studying. in need of "that someone". longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or restricted. lives by "no pain no gain" caring. always a suspect. playful. mysterious. "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious. independent. strong willed. a fighter. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SEPTEMBER BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OCTOBER BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND sexiest of them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOVEMBER BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards your inner and outer beauty and independent personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a kind. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DECEMBER BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means you’re the most good-looking person possible... better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental . Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. one guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds . loves music. pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/25365680-115398805342899244?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/115398805342899244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=115398805342899244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115398805342899244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115398805342899244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/07/which-baby-are-you.html' title='Which baby are you ?'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-115042348230525258</id><published>2006-06-16T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:07:05.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Pinoy si Noah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...ganito ang mangyayari sa arko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;ong&lt;/span&gt; 2005 at isang ordinaryong middle class pinoy si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. Nagpakita sa kanya ang Diyos at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sinabing “Pagkatapos ng isang taon ay bubuhos ang ulan at babahain ang buong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;kapuluan ng Pilipinas. Gusto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; gumawa ka ng isang malaking arko at isakay mo rito ang pares-pares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; na mga hayop at mga mag-asawang Pilipino sa iba’t ibang kapuluan.” Ibinigay kay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ang specs ng arko at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st2:city&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;taos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; puso nitong tinanggap ang responsibilidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; na sagipin ang sambayanang Pilipino sa napipintong pagbaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Lumipas ang isang taon, muling nagpakita ang Diyos kay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. Walang arkong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; nagawa si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; at galit na galit siyang tinanong ng Diyos, “Nasaan ang arko na ipinagawa ko sa’yo?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Tumugon si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“Patawarin po ninyo ako &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ‘di po natupad ang utos ninyo! Nagkaroon po ng malaking problema sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st2:city&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;plano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; po ninyo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; At inilahad ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; ang mga sagabal na nakaharap niya sa pag-gawa ng arko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Humingi siya ng mayor’s permit pero papayag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; daw si Mayor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ang gagawa ng arko ay ang construction firm ng kanyang pamangkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Tumungo siya sa congressman pero papayag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; daw si Congressman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; may matatanggap siyang 30% commission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Nagtayo ng unyon ang mga kinuha niyang manggagawa at nag-strike. Natunugan ng mga left-leaning groups ang kanyang balak at ang mga ito ay nag-rally dahil daw sa hindi makatarungang pagpili ng mga taong sasakay sa arko (mga taong naniniwala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; sa Diyos ang puwedeng sumakay).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/ark1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 228px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/400/ark1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Nakisali sa rally ang mga bakla at tomboy dahil bias daw na normal na mag-asawa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ang puwedeng sumakay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Ang civil society group ay nakisali na rin sa gulo dahil napag-alaman daw nila na ang pondong gagamitin sa paggawa ng arko ay galing sa donasyon ng mga gambling lords at katas ng jueteng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sa kaguluhang ito ay napilitang magpatawag ng hearing ang senado “in aid of legislation”. Sinubukan ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; na gamitin ang EO 464 para makaiwas sa hearing pero dahil hindi siya executive official, napilitan siyang tumestigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Nang malaman ng Senado na utos ng Diyos ang pagpapagawa ng arko, idineklara nila itong unconstitutional dahil hindi raw nito iginalang ang separation ng church at state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Nakialam na rin ang NBI at PNP at sinabi nilang meron silang impormasyon na ang arko raw na ito ay gagamitin ni Erap sa kanyang pagtakas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sinabi naman ng ISAFP at DOJ na ito raw ay gagamitin ng grupong Magdalo sa binabalak nilang coup laban kay Arroyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Nilapitan ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Defensor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; para makipag-usap kay GMA. Payag daw si GMA na ituloy ang arko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ipapaskil daw sa arko ang malaking mukha ni Arroyo na may slogan “Towards a Strong Republic”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ”Hindi po ako pumayag kaya hanggang ngayon po ay may TRO ang pag-gawa ng arko. Sa palagay ko po kailangan ko pa ng 10 taon para matapos ang inyong proyekto.” Ang huling wika ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Napailing ang Diyos at sinabing, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ko na kailangang wasakin pa ang bansang ito. Hayaan ko na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; kayong sumira nito.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/25365680-115042348230525258?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/115042348230525258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=115042348230525258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115042348230525258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/115042348230525258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/06/kung-pinoy-si-noah.html' title='Kung Pinoy si Noah...'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-114922618740770731</id><published>2006-06-02T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T13:29:47.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before i let you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dedicated to my bestfriend. She's not married yet (nakaka-relate lng) and she really likes this story. Here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, “You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs.” Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn’t help doing so. I moved Dew’s hands aside and said, “You go to select some furniture, okay? I’ve got something to do in the company.” Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see movie with her.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew’s body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slight joking way, "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently, she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn’t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, "He Ning, divorce her, okay? Then we live together." I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. "I’ve got something to tell you," I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly, I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?" I’m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "You are not a man!"&lt;br /&gt;At that night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of  divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. She brought up her divorce conditions: She didn’t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month’s time before divorce, and in the month’s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn’t want him to see our marriage was broken.She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, “He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?” This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. “You carried me in your arms,” she continued, “So, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.” I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. “No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce,” she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, “Daddy is holding Mommy in his arms.” His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don’t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long ime. I found she was not young anymore. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn t tell Dew about this.&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, “It seems not difficult to carry you now.”&lt;br /&gt;She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment. “Dad, it’s time to carry mom out,” he said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, “Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.” I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn’t notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, “Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I’m serious.” She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. “Sorry, Dew,” I said, “I can only say sorry to you, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of life, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.” Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until we are old.&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/25365680-114922618740770731?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114922618740770731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114922618740770731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114922618740770731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114922618740770731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/06/before-i-let-you-go.html' title='before i let you go'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-114916046752438558</id><published>2006-06-01T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:16:49.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>power of two...(we will survive!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last May 27, 2006, me and my bestfriend went to Libis to unwind...juz to enjoy ourselves after all the troubles in our lives....hehehe we really enjoy our "bonding"...there we eat at OJ resto, den have some "shopping" (window shopping, bwehehe). Then we decided to release all our problems through singing! Yes! We sing with all our hearts hehehe...and here's some of the songs we sang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I Will Survive &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;At first I was afraid, I was petrified&lt;br /&gt;Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I grew strong &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I learned how to get along&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;And so you're back from outer space&lt;br /&gt;I just walked in to find you here, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with that sad look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;I should have changed that stupid lock&lt;br /&gt;I should have made you leave your key&lt;br /&gt;If I had known for just one second &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you'd be back to bother me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Go on now, go walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now&lt;br /&gt;'Coz you're not welcome anymore&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one who tried &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to break me with goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd crumble?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no not I, I will survive&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live And I've got all my love to give&lt;br /&gt;I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;(I, I will survive) Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;(I, I will survive) Every day&lt;br /&gt;(I, I will survive) Oh yeah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;It took all the strength I had not to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Just trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry, but now I hold my head up high&lt;br /&gt;And you see me, somebody new&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that chained up little person still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm savin' all my lovin' for someone who's lovin' me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Go on now, go walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now&lt;br /&gt;You're not welcome anymore&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd crumble?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no not I, I will survive&lt;br /&gt;Oh as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live And I've got all my love to give&lt;br /&gt;I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Go now, go walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now&lt;br /&gt;'Coz you're not welcome anymore&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd crumble?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no not I, I will survive&lt;br /&gt;Oh as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live And I've got all my love to give&lt;br /&gt;I'll survive&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;br /&gt;I will survive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;(I, I will survive) Hey&lt;br /&gt;(I, I will survive) Every day&lt;br /&gt;(I, I will survive) Yeah yeah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;(I, I will survive) Oh&lt;br /&gt;(I, I will survive) I will survive&lt;br /&gt;(I, I will survive)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;(I, I will survive) I've got all my love to give&lt;br /&gt;(I, I will survive) I've got all my life to live&lt;br /&gt;(I, I will survive) My loving is not in vain, oh no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;(I, I will survive) I will survive&lt;br /&gt;(I, I will survive) I will survive&lt;br /&gt;(I, I will survive) Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and this is our theme song (me and my bestfriend both decide this...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Power Of Two&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now the parking lot is empty&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's gone someplace&lt;br /&gt;I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed&lt;br /&gt;A cooler and a 2-day suitcase&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's a place we like to drive&lt;br /&gt;Way out in the country&lt;br /&gt;Five miles out of the city limit we're singing&lt;br /&gt;And your hand's upon my knee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So we're okay We're fine&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm here to stop your crying&lt;br /&gt;Chase all the ghosts from your head&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed&lt;br /&gt;Smarter than the tricks played on your heart&lt;br /&gt;We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart&lt;br /&gt;Adding up the total of a love that's true&lt;br /&gt;Multiply life by the power of two&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You know the things that i am afraid of&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to tell&lt;br /&gt;And if we ever leave a legacy&lt;br /&gt;It's that we loved each other well&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen the shadows of so many people&lt;br /&gt;trying on the treasures of youth&lt;br /&gt;but a road that fancy and fast&lt;br /&gt;ends in a fatal crash&lt;br /&gt;and I'm glad we got off&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;cause we're okay&lt;br /&gt;we're fine&lt;br /&gt;baby i'm here to stop your crying&lt;br /&gt;chase all the ghosts from your head&lt;br /&gt;i'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed&lt;br /&gt;smarter than the tricks played on your heart&lt;br /&gt;we'll look at them together then we'll take them apart&lt;br /&gt;adding up the total of a love that's true&lt;br /&gt;multiply life by the power of two&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;all the shiny little trinkets of temptation (make new friends)&lt;br /&gt;something new instead of something old (but keep the old)&lt;br /&gt;all you gotta do is scratch beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;(but remember what is gold) and it's fools gold&lt;br /&gt;(what is gold) fools gold&lt;br /&gt;(what is gold) fools gold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now we're talking about a difficult thing&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes are getting wet&lt;br /&gt;i took us for better and i took us for worse&lt;br /&gt;don't you ever forget it&lt;br /&gt;now the steel bars between me and a promise&lt;br /&gt;suddenly bend with ease&lt;br /&gt;the closer i'm bound in love to you&lt;br /&gt;the closer i am to free&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;so we're okay&lt;br /&gt;we're fine&lt;br /&gt;baby i'm here to stop your crying&lt;br /&gt;chase all the ghosts from your head&lt;br /&gt;i'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed&lt;br /&gt;smarter than the tricks played on your heart&lt;br /&gt;we'll look at them together then we'll take them apart&lt;br /&gt;adding up the total of a love that's true&lt;br /&gt;multiply life by the power of two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; 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color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Truth about Men [from a guy's point of view] &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Malibog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; All men have sex in their minds. It's a universal truth. But to tell you frankly girls, it's not really our fault. God made us with high testosterone levels and our genes command us to act this way. If this isn't our natural tendency, then how would the human race procreate? It's a man's nature to be "malibog" kaya wag ninyo kaming sisisihin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; madalas kami humingi ng sex. Its our balls that command us, and not our brains. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;. Dont ask me questions and I won't tell you lies. This is true, you know. Meron kasing mga bagay na hindi namin kayang I-share sa mga gf / asawa namin kaya nakakapagsinungaling kami, kasi pinipilit kaming sumagot sa mga bagay na ayaw naming sagutin. We try to hide things and if we can’t hide it anymore, we lie. This tactic is perfected thru time kaya iyung ibang guys eh medyo natural na sa kanila ang mag-lie. Remember, we value our privacy and would rather lie than sacrifice losing it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm the MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; We must have this feeling that we are in control. Ayaw naming me kumander kami, iyung me nagko-command sa amin. (We are open to suggestions, though). And one more thing... if we say that we are not lost, We are not lost! Trust us. Don't you know that us guys eventually find our way. Girls really don't realize this but we hate it when our egos are bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESPECT your man.&lt;/span&gt; Women take this thing for granted. Alam nyo, pag paulit-ulit nagawa ito ng babae, naghahanap kami ng ibang babae. Why? 'Cause this is the easiest way for us to boost our egos again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; We stick with our friends. We must have time with our buddies you know? Its not everyday that only the gf / wife gets our time. We always have the need to do those "boys night out" stuff. The feeling is different when you are with your buddies and when you are with your GF / wife. Babalik rin naman kami sa inyo e. Sigurado yan. Pag hindi kami bumalik...may &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:country-region&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:country-region&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; kayo sa # 3. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Sometimes, we are just plain quiet. This scenario happens all the time: GF/wife asks the BF / husband why he is quiet, the BF / husband says "nothing", then the GF / wife insists there's something wrong, when there is really not. Tapos, away na. Actually girls, we are not as chatty as you are, even with our buddies. Do you notice that we sometimes just nod at each other and still understand each other? We like being quiet sometimes. That's just it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;The truth about WOMEN [girl's point of view]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Malambing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;. All women are malambing. It's a universal truth. But to tell you frankly guys, it's not really our fault. Kasi u guys sometimes forget to make pansin your gf's e. If we are not malambing then how would the human race procreate? It's a woman's nature to be "malambing" kaya wag niyo kaming sisisihin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; madalas kami maging mushy. DO you ever imagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; puro guys na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; ang mundo! Nothing will ever balance it around. A classic example: Diba pag may nag-susuntukan na 2 guys, pag guys din ang umaawat between them sobrang gusto pang kumawala ng nag-aaway na guys...pero pag girl ang umaawat... nagte-tame silang mga guys... Kase women balance the WORLD! That is how God made us...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Lovers (sobra!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; This is true, you know. Meron kasing mga bagay na hindi naming kayang itago. Masyado kaming ma-emote. We try to hide things and if we cant hide it anymore, we literally explode! Madrama kami. This tactic is perfected thru time kaya iyung ibang girls eh medyo natural na sa kanila ang magdrama. Masyado kaming concentrated sa love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; ba...majority of guys are so not into this type, they feel na a man should act like aman! Pero hello... guys wonder so much kase why girls can hold hands together straight girls, ok!) without feeling insecure but straight men can't! - WHY??? kase you guys always want to keep your ego oozing out like hell! You should definitely feel us to really know us, y 'know! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;I'm your girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; We must have this feeling that we always have your attention. Ayaw naming me kahati kami. Got that? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;. We want to be treated like a baby. You must have time for us. Wag laging&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;barkada. We always have the need to have those "romantic nights". Its such a different feeling being with your BF. Because we get to cuddle, kiss, hug.... Kase kayong guys always want to have more babies even big, sexy babies! And you reason out na its human nature for you to procreate? C'mon! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Makulet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt; We are sometimes just plain makulet. This scenario happens all the time: GF asks the BF why he is quiet, the BF says "nothing", then the GF says there's something wrong, the GF insists that there is something wrong when there is really not until a word war comes out. Pero baket naman nga you cant reason out why you're so quiet. The world knows guys are one-track-minded daw! Unlike women where we can't really decide and frequently change our minds at the last minute...then if you say nothing...then why do you act so different! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;THERE REALLY IS SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Typewriter"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;the trick here guys: just reason out something different from the real reason why you feel that way... y' know! you're good naman in making excuses e di ba? e di no away na...Actually guys, we are not as lame and quiet as you are, Even with our buddies, can you notice that we sometimes just cant stop talkin? We like chattin even when there's really nothing to be said... like now. hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/25365680-114855404756989563?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114855404756989563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114855404756989563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114855404756989563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114855404756989563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/05/truth.html' title='the truth'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-114855216984067540</id><published>2006-05-25T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:25:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Gifted” ka ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The grass is always greener on the other side... Totoo nga naman. Habang &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;ang mga hindi masyadong “gifted” na mga kababaihan ay nagdarasal para biglang magsitubuan ang kanilang mga dibdib at habang ang karamihan ay gumagastos ng malaki para &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt; magpadagdag. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapaisip ako &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt; ano ba ang magandang naidulot ng mga malulusog at mabibilog na hinaharap. Mababaw na &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt; mababaw, pero aminin man ng iba o hindi, ang pagiging “gifted” o voluptuous ay may mga downsides. Hindi naman sinasabi na ayaw sa “kanila” pero nagiging malaki rin silang pabigat sa pangaraw-araw na buhay, literal man o hindi. Ito ang ilan sa mga reklamo... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Kapag malaki ang boobs mo... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nagiging malaswa ang kahit anong isuot mo, mapasimpleng t-shirt man ito o peasant blouse. Talagang nakadidismaya ito sapagkat ang simpleng spaghetti strap shirt na maganda namang tnignan sa kapatid mo ay nagmimistulang kasuotan na naghahatid kasalanan kapag ikaw na ang may suot. In other words, isa kang malaking temptasyon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madalas sa hindi, naa-attract mo ang mga lalaking ayaw mo naman ma-attract, namely mga jeepney drivers, barker, konduktor, tambay sa kanto, manyakis na mga lalaki sa Bar etc. At ang totoo nito ay imbes na maging flattered ka ay nalo-low self-esteem ka dahil feeling mo ay ang cheap mo na. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May mga pangarap na hindi mo na puwedeng matupad tulad ng pagiging isang mahusay na Ballerina, figure skater o gymnast o maging miyembro ng PEP Squad, unless puro split &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt; ang gagawin mo at hindi ko kailangan magtatalon. &lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;Dahil&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt; hindi, malamang ay tagtag na tagtag ang pakiramdam pagkatapos ng mga activity sa sports na nabanggit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hindi mo puwedeng bilhin ang mga magagandang bra na nakikita mo sa &lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;Genevieve&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; &lt;st1:sn&gt;Gozum&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt; sapagkat 1/3 lng ng boobs mo ang kasya rito at malamang sa hindi ay maghe-hello siya pag naging magalaw ka. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mas malaki ang chance na maging kuba ka dahil sa bigat ng iyong dinadala. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iniisip ng ibang tao na kaya ka niligawan ng kasama mong lalaki ay dahil natutuwa siya sa iyong “gift” o kaya naman ay iniisip ng mga hindi masyadong nakakakilala sa'yo na kaya mas maraming attracted sa'yo ay hindi dahil sa personality mo kundi sa boobs mo. (gaya nga ng sinabi ni Joyce Jimenez sa Narinig mo nb ang L8st,“My brain is bigger than my boobs”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madalas kang maging center of attraction lalo na &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt; nagkakakuwentuhan at malamang sa hindi ay nagiging katatawanan pa ang iyong mga mammary glands. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hindi ka maaaring matulog ng nakadapa unless naghahanap ka ng breast cancer. &lt;st1:givenname&gt;Di&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; ka rin puwedeng matulog sa klase sapagkat ang iyong boobs ay sasabit sa desk ng chair mo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Awkward ang pakiramdam kahit na simpleng hug &lt;st1:sn&gt;lang&lt;/st1:sn&gt; ang ibigay mo, lalo na &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt; sa opposite sex. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not the least, lagi kang tatanungin ng kapwa mo babae &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt; totoo ba ang boobs mo at &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt; ano ang kinakain mo nung “growing up” years mo at lumaki yan ng ganyan?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sa kabila ng lahat ng mga reklamo, masasabi mong masuwerte ka pa rin. &lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;Pero&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; &lt;st1:sn&gt;kung&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt; mabibigyan ako ng pagkataong pumili between having big breasts and not, I'll choose to have it. &lt;st2:city&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;Okay naman ‘yun kesa&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:city&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt; flat-chested...&lt;st1:givenname&gt;YOKO&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; NAMAN &lt;st1:sn&gt;NU’N&lt;/st1:sn&gt;! hehehe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-114855216984067540?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114855216984067540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114855216984067540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114855216984067540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114855216984067540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/05/gifted-ka-ba.html' title='“Gifted” ka ba?'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-114855197437852636</id><published>2006-05-25T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:12:54.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice on maintaining a friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friends are some of the most important people in the world. Everyone has someone they consider a friend. This person has been in their life for a period of time and have been there with them through thick and thin. Friends are people that you cherish and love and not take them for granted. Having a friendship is a sacred thing to have with someone and must be handled the right way or you can lose it.&lt;br /&gt;How do you maintain your friendship so you can have that person in your life, for the rest of your life?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is to accept that you have to work at a friendship like any other relationship in your life. It is not to be taken for granted or ignored. Both parties have to work at it so it won’t be one-sided. You can’t expect your friend to do all the work in the relationship and you sit back and enjoy the ride. Both people can enjoy the ride if both people are working with each other to maintain their friendship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real and true friend doesn’t come easy. These are people who are with you in good or bad times, no matter what you do or don’t have. They are your friends strictly because of you. Besides being there for you, they truly understand you. When you have someone like that in your life that is a true friend, this is when you need to work at it to keep that friendship going.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at keeping your friendship is being there for them, understanding them, supporting them and sometimes just being a listening ear for them. Even if your close friend don’t live in the same city with you, you can still show that support. Having a friend long distance only means you have to work a little extra harder than you would if they live around the corner or down the block. They are still your friend whether they live two miles or thousand miles away. Be there for them when they need you and don’t let distance be the cause of losing a good friend. You might not talk with them everyday like you would if they lived in the same city, but that’s no excuse to not to keep up some form of communication with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication between friends is one of the main keys to keeping things alive with each other. Each person should know no matter what’s going on in their lives they can always be able to turn to their friend. That’s what friendship is all about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintaining a relationship with your friend is not hard work. It should be very easy because of how you feel about that person. Sometimes we forget because that person has been in our life for a period of time and we start to take them for granted. Not on purpose, but because we get so comfortable with people sometimes in our lives, we feel we don’t have to do anything to maintain what we have with them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep a friendship strong and that bond to last forever, we have to work at it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/25365680-114855197437852636?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114855197437852636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114855197437852636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114855197437852636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114855197437852636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/05/advice-on-maintaining-friendship.html' title='Advice on maintaining a friendship'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-114854906160577526</id><published>2006-05-25T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:24:21.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tale of Love and Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it for the first time, virtues and vices floated around and were bored, not knowing what to do. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, all the vices and virtues were gathered together and were more bored than ever. Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea: “Let's play hide and seek!” All of them liked the idea and immediately Madness shouted: “I want to count, I want to count!” And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek Madness, all the others agreed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness leaned against a tree and started to count: “One, two, three...” As Madness counted, the vices and virtues went hiding. Tenderness hung itself on the horn of the moon, Treason hid in a pile of garbage. Fondness curled up between the clouds and Passion went to the center of the earth. Lie said that it would hide under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the lake, whilst Avarice entered a sack that he ended up breaking. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Madness continued to count: “... seventy nine, eighty, eighty one...” By this time, all the vices and virtues were already hidden – except Love. For undecided as Love is, he could not decide where to hide. And this should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to hide Love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness: “...ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven...” Just when Madness got to one hundred, Love jumped into a rose bush where he hid. And Madness turned around and shouted: “I'm coming, I'm coming!” As Madness turned around, Laziness was the first to be found, because Laziness had no energy to hide. Then he spotted Tenderness in the horn of the moon, Lie at the bottom of the lake and Passion at the center of the earth. One by one, Madness found them all - except Love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness was getting desperate, unable to find Love. Envious of Love, Envy whispered to Madness: “You only need to find Love, and Love is hiding in the rose bush.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness grabbed a wooden pitch fork and stabbed wildly at the rose bush. Madness stabbed and stabbed until a heartbreaking cry made him stop. Love appeared from the rose bush, covering his face with his hands. Between his fingers ran two trickles of blood from his eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness, so anxious to find Love, had stabbed out Love's eyes with a pitch fork. “What have I done! What have I done!” Madness shouted. “I have left you blind! How can I repair it?” And Love answered: “You cannot repair my eyes. But if you want to do something for me, you can be my guide.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always accompanied by Madness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving...there are some love that don't go away...but we should all be lucky to end up with that somebody who has a little of that insanity. Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who cherishes you forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-114854906160577526?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114854906160577526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114854906160577526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114854906160577526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114854906160577526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/05/tale-of-love-and-madness.html' title='The tale of Love and Madness'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-114826653202918778</id><published>2006-05-22T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:55:32.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iba't ibang uri ng empleyado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sa mata ng isang boss, may isang dosenang klase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; ng empleyado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CLOWNS -&lt;/span&gt; Ang official kenkoy ng office. May mga one-liner na gumigising sa lahat kapag nagkakaantukan na. Sabi ng ilang boss, ito raw ‘yung mga KSP sa office na dahil hindi naman matalino o kadalasang matalino na tamad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;, eh, dinadaan na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; sa patawa ang pagpapapansin. Pero aaminin ko, walang opisinang walang ganito at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; meron man, magiging malaking sakripisyo ang pagpasok sa work araw-araw.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GEEKS -&lt;/span&gt; Mga taong walang pakialam sa mundo. Papel, boss at computer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; ang iniintindi. Kahit na mainit na ang ulo ng boss at bad trip, ang mga geeks ang walang takot na lumalapit sa boss at nagtatanong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; mag-iiba ang result ng entry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; isa-substitute ang value ng debit sa credit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLLOW MAN -&lt;/span&gt; May 2 uri ng H.M. virus, ang Type A at Type B. Ang Type A ay ang empleyadong madalas na invisible sa office, bakante ang upuan, madalas absent. Ang type B naman ang pumapasok sa office bagama’t present, eh, inivisible naman ang work at hollow ang utak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPICE GIRLS -&lt;/span&gt; Barkadahan ng mga magkakaibigang babaeng mahilig gumimik sabay-sabay pero laging late na pumapasok. Madalas na may hawak na hairbrush at song hits (nge, how jologs!) ‘Pag pinagawan mo ng group works, sila ang madalas na magkakagrupo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;st1:sn style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;DA GUWAPINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Ang male counterpart ng Spice Girls, isinilang para magpa-cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Konti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; ang members nito, 2-3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; para mas pansin ang bawat isa. Tulad ng Spice Girls, kadalasang puro hair gel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; ang laman ng utak ng mga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Da Guwapings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CELEBRITIES -&lt;/span&gt; Politicians, athletes, performers. Politician ang mga palaban na empleyado na mas nag-aalala pa sa kalagayan ng kumpanya at mga kapwa empleyado kesa sa performance. Athletes ang ilang “varsitarians” na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; gaano kabilis pumasok, eh, ganoon kabagal mag-work. Performers naman ang mga empleyado na kaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; yata pumapasok, eh, para makasayaw, kumanta, at makatula sa stage kapag organizational day. Sa pangkalahatan, ang mga celebs ay matindi ang PR, pero mababa ang IQ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GUINESS -&lt;/span&gt; Mga record holders pagdating sa persistence. Pilit pinupunan ang mga kakulangan sa katalinuhan. Sila ang mga kadalasang nagtatagumpay sa buhay. Masinop sa work. Mabilis mag-work, kahit na laging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:country-region&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;mali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LEATHER GOODS -&lt;/span&gt; Mga empleyadong maling uri ng determinasyon meron. Laging determinado ang mga ito sa harapang pangungupit, bulgarang pandaraya at palagiang pagpapalapad ng papel sa boss. Talo ang mga buwaya sa pakapalan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WEIRDOS -&lt;/span&gt; Mga problematic employee, misunderstood daw, kadalasang tinatawag na black sheep ng office. May kanya-kanya silang katangian, konti ang kaibigan, madalas mapaaway, mababa ang evaluation, at boss’ enemy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;st2:personname style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;MGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;ANAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; NI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;RIZAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Ang mga Endangered Species kumbaga. Straight ‘A’ employees pero well-rounded at hindi geeks. Boss’ pet pero hindi sipsip.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Busy sa work pero may oras pa rin sa extra-curricular activities, at gimiks. Hanep!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;st2:personname style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;BOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;ONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;&lt;/st2:PersonName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Mga medjo matino na may sayad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;COMMONERS -&lt;/span&gt; Mga generic na member ng class. Kulang sa individuality, at katangiang umuukit sa isipan. Hindi sila agad napapansin ng boss ‘pag absent at sa paglipas ng panahon, sila ang mga taong nakalilimutan ng mga boss at co-employees nila.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/25365680-114826653202918778?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114826653202918778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114826653202918778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114826653202918778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114826653202918778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/05/ibat-ibang-uri-ng-empleyado.html' title='iba&apos;t ibang uri ng empleyado'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-114820317632010407</id><published>2006-05-21T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:19:36.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learn from this one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;nail polish, shoes and anklets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Sabi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;nila, ang mundo daw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; ay isang n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;apa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kalaking classroom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; saan ka hinahainan ng sari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;-saring leksyon tungkol sa bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;hay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Robert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Fulghum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;, maraming natutunan nu’ng Kinderg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;arten sya, ako naman, may mga natutuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;n sa kakika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;yan. At ang aking mga teachers: kuko, sapatos, at anklet!  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;The c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;hipping nail polish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/nail%20polish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/320/nail%20polish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;NAG-E-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;ENCODE &lt;/span&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;keyboard nang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; mapans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;in ko na nags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;isimula nang mag-peel ‘yung nail polish sa kuko ko. Kaaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;d akong naglagay ng top coat. Nabasa ko kasi sa Cosmo na iyong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;top coat, nagpapatagal ng kulay ng nail polish. At nagpe-prevent na mag-chip iyong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; kuko. Pero noong sumunod na araw, lalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;ng lumala iyong pag-peel ng nail polish. Medyo nalungkot ako. Kasi, wala nang makakapigil pa sa pagka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kasira ng kulay ng kuko ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; iisipin natin, ang nail polish, parang life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; ‘yan. No matter how hard we try to mak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;e it last or stay longer, we couldn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; stop the inevitable. Lahat ng bagay, nagde-the end. Hindi mo na kayang pigil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;an ang nakatadhana. May mga relasyon na hindi nagtatagal. May mga pagmam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;ahal na namamatay. Kahit na tambakan mo man ng top coat ang k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;uko mo, kahit anong ingat mo man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;matatanggal at matatanggal pa rin ang nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;burahin mo na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; at ihanda ang mga kuko sa bagong nail polish na ia-apply mo. Kailangan mo mag-move on. At magsimulang muli. Pero dapat, bago ka ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;g-apply ng bagong nail pol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;ish, siguraduhin mong wala nang trace ng lumang nail polish. Bago ka pumasok sa panibagong relasyon, dapat, com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;pletely over ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; na doon sa dati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; simula ka sa clean slate, ‘di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Les&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;son learned:&lt;/span&gt; Huwag malungkot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; may isang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;bagay na natapos. Puwede ka pang magsimulang muli. At puwede kang sumubok ng mas magandang nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The perfect shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/sandals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 223px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/320/sandals.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Kaila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;ngan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;bumili ng old rose na sapatos na babagay sa aking damit. A-attend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; kasi ako ng kasal ng kaibigan ko. Alam nating lahat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; gaano kahirap maghanap ng perfect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;na sapatos. Lalo na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; old rose ang kulay nito. Dalawang oras yata ako naglibot sa Glorietta para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; makahanap ng sapatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;. Hanggang nakakita ako sa Landmark. Hindi siya old rose kundi pink pero pagod na ako maghanap. At desperado na ako dahil malapit na sil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;ang mag-sarado. Kaya nagpasya ako na pagtiyagaan na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; ano iyong nandoon. Kahit hindi naman talaga iyon ang gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;sto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; bilhin. Puwede na iyan, naisip ko.&lt;br /&gt;Noong hiningi ko ang size ko doon sa tindera, sinabi sa akin na hindi na sila nagtata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;nggap dahil sarado na sila. Noong pauwi na ako, I realized that experience was trying to tell me somethi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;ng. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe I shouldn't settle for anything less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Paano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; binili ko nga iyong pink na sapatos tapos may nakita akong old rose na sandals? Baka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;sinasabi sa akin ng tadhana na kailangan maging patient ako, at maghanap pa sa ibang mall para makita ang tamang sapatos.&lt;br /&gt;Kinabuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;san, nakahanap ako ng old rose na sandals sa Megamall. As in bagay doon sa damit ko. At nabili ko pa nang sale! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; pinagtiyag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;aan ko iyong nasa Landmark, siguro hindi na ako naghanap sa ibang mall. At siguro, nagtitiis ako sa pink na sandals ganoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; mayroon naman palang old rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Lesson learned&lt;/span&gt;: Don't settle. Minsan, dahil sa pagod na tayong maghintay, o dahil sa despera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;do na tayo, pinagtitiyagaan na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; natin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; anong nandiyan. Parang wala na tayong ibang choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Pero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;ung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; tutuusin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; maghihintay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; tayo at maging patient, darating din iyong para sa atin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;At hindi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; sapatos ang tinutukoy ko. It could be the right guy or the right job or whatever.   &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;The mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;splaced anklet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/anklet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 213px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/320/anklet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st2:time minute="0" hour="12"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st2:time&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; binigyan ako ng kaibigan ko ng blue na anklet, sobrang na-excite ako kaya sinuot ko siya agad. Pero dahil lagi akong nakamaong at hindi nakikita ang anklet ko, nag-decide ako na gamitin siya as bracelet. Maluwang sya, oo, pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;keri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; na rin. Alam ko hindi iyon ang dapat n’yang lugar, kaya nga siya anklet, eh, para sa ankle, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;Siguro, feeling ng anklet ko, misplaced s’ya... na hindi iyon ang dapat n’yang kalagyan. Pero noong ginamit ko siya bilang bracelet, napansin siya ng mga tao. Ang dami nga nagbigay ng compliment at sinabing ang ganda daw ng bracelet ko. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st2:personname&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;/st2:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;, parang maluwang,” sabi noong isa. Inamin ko na na anklet talaga iyon kaya maluwang. Misplaced anklet nga siya. Pero at least nare-recognize naman siya. Kesa naman gamitin ko as anklet, walang makapapansin sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;Kinabukasan, ginamit ko siya uli. Noong tanghali, napansin ko na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; na wala na sa braso ko ‘yung anklet. "Nilayasan ka na ng anklet mo kasi hindi niya nakayanan na ginagawa mo siyang bracelet,” sabi ng kaibigan ko.&lt;br /&gt;Tinawanan ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; siya. Pero napaisip ako. Bakit ko ba kasi pinilit na gawing bracelet ang anklet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang pinipilit ko ang isang tao na umasta nang hindi naman natural sa kanya. Akala ko kasi, mas okay yun kasi nare-recognize siya, kahit na hindi naman talaga iyon ang purpose niya sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Lesson learned: &lt;/span&gt;Ang anklet ay para sa ankle, hindi sa wrist. Hindi mo puwedeng idikta sa ibang tao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; ano ang dapat nilang gawin, at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; saan sila pupuwesto. Kahit na sabihin mo na para sa ikabubuti nila ang ginagawa mo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; hindi naman sila masaya, bale wala rin. Baka mawala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; sila sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Sabi nila, ang mundo daw ay isang napakalaking classroom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:sn style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;kung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:sn&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; saan ka hinahainan ng sari-saring leksyon tungkol sa buhay. Ano kaya ang puwedeng matututunan sa walang kulay na lipstick? O sa anti-dandruff na shampoo? O sa plastic eyelash curler? O sa pekeng Prada wallet na ibinebenta sa bangketa? Ah, ewan!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-114820317632010407?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114820317632010407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114820317632010407&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114820317632010407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114820317632010407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/05/learn-from-this-one.html' title='learn from this one'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-114699124664469173</id><published>2006-05-07T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:40:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your first name means?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; - People totally adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; H&lt;/span&gt; - You have very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt; - Damn, you are good in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Y&lt;/span&gt; - One of hardest gangsters alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt; - You're loyal to those you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn, you are good in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are always fun when it comes to meeting new people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your wild and crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have trouble trusting people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're loyal to those you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People totally adore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is something you deeply believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have very good personality and looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is something you deeply believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You like to try new things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have a nice ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success comes easily to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a big warm heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You love foreplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are popular with all types of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are a hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are very hot and sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - People think you are so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;T - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are one of the best in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are really chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are not judgmental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are very broad minded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never let people tell you what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of hardest gangsters alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You like it very very hard&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/25365680-114699124664469173?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114699124664469173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114699124664469173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114699124664469173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114699124664469173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-does-your-first-name-means.html' title='What does your first name means?'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-114613006849930804</id><published>2006-04-27T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:27:48.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you "In Love" with...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with an Aries? March 20 - April 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; If you are in love with an Aries man or woman, give this person flattery and firmness. Aries like to be noticed and will bask in the glow of your affection and attention. Slightly self-centered, this individual thinks and talks in the "I" mode (not presuming to speak for another). Able to take care of him (her) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/aries.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/aries.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;self, this being believes that you can take care of yourself, too. Because this is one of the strongest signs, Aries can be incredibly pushy. If you want to live happily ever after with this soul, you are going to have to learn how to push back. Aries doesn't actually want to run over you, but this person thrives on challenges and enjoys the fight. There is generally an assumption made that you like the fight, too. Using your wit will impress this being a great deal more than resorting to a physical challenge. Aries also love the chase. They enjoy being in the driver's seat and pursuing a potential lover with craft and skill. You will lose this being's interest in a hurry if you are too easily or quickly won. If you know how to spar, you will have better luck with Aries the toreador. Aries need physical activity and they love to compete. If you are not a particularly physical person yourself, be sure to encourage your honey to work off this energy on his or her own. You will find you have fewer arguments as a result. One thing that you can count on with this lover, however, is a short grudge. This person has too much to do to waste time on nursing wounds and will actually forget almost any trespass quite quickly. Don't expect him (her) to read your mind if you are holding onto one, because it will be totally misread. Just as the rain-washes away the dust from the road, a good night's sleep or the passage of a few days' time generally cleanses.&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with a Taurus? Ap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ril 20 - May 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; If you are in love with a Taurus man or woman, understand that this person is a one-woman man or a one-man woman (unless Gemini predominates elsewhere in the natal chart). Primarily interested in security, this being is looking to settle down and doesn't need a lot of movement. Preferring routine activities and traditional, established pleasures, this person is happy to continue on with whatever he or she has been doing for years. You will need&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/taurus.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/taurus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to be able to fit somewhat into this already settled routine. You will attract his or her attention by giving gifts of quality; ticky-tacky is a turnoff for these practical souls. Known for their good taste, you will be more interesting to this being if you value yourself. Paying attention to your clothing and hair will help to show him or her that you understand the importance of appearance. Taureans love to stay home and get cozy in their nests. Their idea of a good time is to rent a bunch of videos and beg out on the couch or in the easy chair. They also enjoy gourmet foods and fine wines and will often have highly developed culinary abilities. These souls can definitely be won over through their stomachs, so dig up your best recipes and give it a try. They do, however, sometimes resemble their animal, the bull, in that they cannot be pushed; you will see some real digging in if you try. Gentle persuasion is a much better tool with these people. You also should be aware that, in general, they often need to ponder each word that you speak before being able to give you an answer. Allowing these souls a moment to think before expecting a response will result in a much happier relationship. Taureans also have a real need for security; you won't make points by squandering assets or avoiding saving. These beings need to have a home base, which belongs to them and where they know they can retreat to in times of trouble. A nest egg for rainy days is also an essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with a Gemini? May 20 - June 20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;If you are in love with a Gemini man or woman, give him or her elusivity and a lot of space alone. This individual needs a great deal of stimulation to stay interested and you will be much more appealing if you have some interests and friends of your own. Detachment is also a help here and you must guard against sentimentality with this soul. Remembering that this person is, for the most part, a thinker rather than a feeler will help to keep this relationship in perspective. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/gemini.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/gemini.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Changing your hair, your dress, or your schedule is another way to keep this one off guard. Spontaneity is extremely valued by this sign so buying theatre tickets or home plate seats from time to time can make you more attractive. If you can drop what you are doing at a moment's notice in order to travel up the coast for a romantic weekend, you will definitely score a hit here. The ability to have fun is another must as it is practically a religion for this individual. If you can handle a relationship that is light and loose, you will be happier with this soul than if you are too attached. Remember, too, that Gemini is a sign of duality. You may sometimes feel as though you are living with two different people here and you never can tell which one will present itself. Patience comes in handy if you prefer one twin than the other. It also helps to realize that this being is inherently restless. You will need to be able to keep pace with an odd deal of movement around the neighborhood as well as within your home. Don't expect the furniture to stay in one place with this sign, either. He (she) will soon find a better place to put the couch, the rug, the glass cabinet, or the pots and pans and you will be perceived as boring and dull if you complain. If you think of this type of living as exciting, you will be very happy here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with a Cancer? June 21 - July 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;If you are in love with a Cancer man or woman, give him or her your understanding. This is a sensitive soul who needs to be brought out of the shell with attention and discussion. Patience is important here as often (but not always) this individual is quiet or shy. He or she will only share&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/cancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/cancer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; innermost thoughts after a great deal of trust has been established. A Cancer lover is a deeply feeling person. Once you have secured his or her love, you will be placed first, above all others, in everything that you do. You will be expected to return the favor. Somewhat possessive, this man or woman is prepared to dedicate life to you and wants to know that you appreciate it. Passion is also extremely important here. Although you will be encouraged to keep the matter between the two of you, sexy underwear and satin sheets are a hit. Your pleasure is extremely important to this being's happiness so don't be afraid to explain what you like (diplomatically). And, return the favor by asking in kind. This person is really a homebody and will work tirelessly to fluff up the nest. Preferring the company of the clan to large crowds, a Cancer lover is often willing to invest in a swimming pool or hot tub. Or, you do well when you share many sports or activities such as skiing, sailing, or bowling. A cabin on the lake or a mountainside condominium are also attractive to this man or woman; the only other necessity is to have you right by his or her side.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Love with a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:givenname style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Leo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;? July 22 - August 22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;If you are in love with a &lt;st1:givenname&gt;Leo&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; man or woman, the most important thing you can give him or her is your attention. This is one mate who will charm and caress you, make passionate love with you, dance with you into the wee hours of the morning, give you the Sun, the Moon and the Stars, and all you have to do is notice! But, notice you must. It is true that most &lt;st1:sn&gt;Leos&lt;/st1:sn&gt; need pats on the back as much as the rest of us require air to breathe. This is because, for all their vim and vigor and outward confidence, &lt;st1:sn&gt;Leos&lt;/st1:sn&gt; are actually quite &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/leo.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/leo.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shy and vulnerable on the inside. In fact, it can be said that the louder and more brash a &lt;st1:givenname&gt;Leo&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; sounds, the more insecure he or she is feeling at the time. A &lt;st1:givenname&gt;Leo&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; lover is loyal, warm, generous, and fun. This is one individual who truly knows how to have a good time, and he or she wants you to be included in it. You are a very special audience to this person and you are treated like royalty. A &lt;st1:givenname&gt;Leo&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; is not particularly interested in dating just anybody and you must stand out from the crowd to garner this one's attention. He or she wants both of you to shine. You will be appreciated even more if you don't mind letting this honey glow in the limelight. A great storyteller, this one has a natural ability to draw a crowd of beaming faces. Jealousy doesn't go over too well here. You needn't worry overly much about losing his or her affections; once a &lt;st1:givenname&gt;Leo&lt;/st1:givenname&gt; gives his (her) heart; loyalty comes right along with it. While this mate likes to make dramatic statements, ticky-tacky does not do. Gifts should be of quality and you are amazed at the ones showered upon you. Compliments keep them coming. A fixed sign, this honey sometimes may become set in his/her ways. Personal opinions are very important to this lover and it may be hard to change this premeditated mind. Gentle persuasion works best here as well as pointing out the better aspects of his/her argument. You can expect a lot from this lover. He or she has a way of keeping life interesting and movement and action are constant companions. If you are looking for a good time spelled F-U-N, you have certainly found it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with a Virgo? August 23 - Sept 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;If you love a Virgo, give him or her attention to detail. Some — but not all. Virgos are neatness and cannot stand living in a mess. Others need for you to acknowledge their ideas or accomplishments. But all will be fussy about something, and you will keep this one happy by discovering wherein the pet peeve lies and steering clear of it. It is best if you realize that this individual has a real need for order in some aspect of his or her&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/virgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/virgo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; life. This person can be counted upon to be consistent in a particular area for you, and feels cheated if the favor is not returned. Because a Virgo is able to see the potential perfection in everything, don't be offended if little comments arise about getting the lint off your sweater or re-working your rï¢?Xum? He (she) just wants you to look your best and is happy to help you do so. Remember, too, that this person sees life largely through an intellectual window. He or she can always be reasoned with but may have a hard time dealing with displays of emotion. This doesn't mean that your feelings aren't important; it just indicates that you may need to explain them rather than expect this honey to intuitively understand. A Virgo lover likes to know and follow certain ground rules so you probably should spend some time discussing his or her expectations as well as your own at the beginning of this relationship. As long as you keep the lines of communication open, this should ward off any potential misunderstandings in the future. You won't, however, find a more loyal mate anywhere. This is one honey that keeps all of his (her) loving for you alone and expects you to do the same. Fresh sheets and clean skin turn this person on more than fancy perfumes or sexy underwear, too. Respect for this one's person and belongings keep him or her right by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with a Libra? Sept 22 - Oct 22&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;If you are in love with a Libran man or woman, give him or her your attention and your company. This is one individual who truly wants to share as much as possible in life and will be a faithful and dedicated partner if given the chance. You may notice, too, that he (she) always strives to be inclusive of not only you, but friends and acquaintances as well. This person truly needs interactions &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/libra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/libra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with others and desires a full social life above many other things. Because of his (her) desire for balance, you may also see some striking dualities here. Soft lights and classical music could be interspersed with wild dancing revelries to rock and roll; each Libra expresses this aspect in his or her own way. Whatever the oppositions at work here, they will play and interplay in equal amounts. If you are not as comfortable with one side, just wait a bit until the other reappears. This is one honey that can also be counted upon to help out with household chores. Dishes, dusting, sweeping, hedge trimming, and lawn mowing are almost akin to lovemaking (love of home) in his or her eyes. All you need to do is be 100% loyal and you will be treated like the King or Queen of the Castle. It's quite a small price to pay. You can be sure, however, that this honey will never leave you lonely. He (she) understands togetherness unlike most other signs and you would do well to return the favor. Be careful, too, not to accept too many gratuities without exchange as he (she) will be aware of the imbalance and may harbor silent resentments in the future. Enjoying the fun, sharing, and caring of this individual while giving back the same will ensure a long, happy, and prosperous relationship for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with a Scorpio? Oct 23 - Nov 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;If you are in love with a Scorpio man or woman, give him or her your full attention and devotion. Sharp as a tack, this person definitely notices everything. You will be able to keep no secrets here; this individual is an expert at ferreting them out. Truthfulness is well appreciated by this mate. Emotions are extremely important to a Scorpio and you must be willing to explore the range (the valleys as well &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/scorpio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/scorpio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as the peaks) in order to keep this partner happy. Passionate and possessive, he (she) needs a lot of physical statement. This mate often even defines his (her) relationship to you by the amount of actual physical connection. If you are not interested in touchy-feely, you might want to look elsewhere for true happiness. Loyalty is also very valuable to this individual as he (she) will want to look at you as being his (hers) alone. Should you stumble in this area, you may be forgiven but don't think that your Scorpio lover will forget (with such a sharp mind, little is forgotten). Of course, this works both ways and a more devoted mate would be hard to find. You have in this partner an extremely strong personality. This relationship works best if you can maintain some of your own strength and keep things equal. Finding other arenas to excel in by you can also help here as very few signs can successfully compete with Scorpio. Don't ever try to force something on this mate, either; coaxing works better than brute force here. Be aware, too, that Scorpio's power is often of the hidden variety. You mustn't take this mate at face value only. If you delight in challenges, enjoy the world of emotions and are also a sturdy and strong personality, you may have just your cup of tea here. This is one individual who is going places and, if you can keep up, would be happy to take you along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with a Sagittarius? Nov 22 - Dec 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;If you are in love with a Sagittarius man or woman, give him or her freedom and honesty. This is one honey that will resist any and all efforts to be pinned down too definitively and you would do best to understand this from the start. They are the players of love. He (she) needs plenty of rope. Don't expect quick commitment here either; this lover is fairly independent and enjoys his (her) own company. You will never be bored with a Sagittarius partner though. This individual is interested in almost everything and delights in sharing knowledge with&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/sagittarius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/sagittarius.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you and everyone else. "Flirt" could be a middle name here. Jealousy is a no-no as the exchange of conversation is nearly as important as air and food to this person. Friendly as a new puppy, he (she) meanders about collecting and dispensing data with all comers. Physical fitness is also important here. Often possessing natural athletic abilities, he (she) can be found hiking, biking, running, or skiing, and will want you to keep right up alongside. You will have many joint memories of wilderness treks, roaring campfires, and starlit nights. Adventuresome ness is quite near the top of the qualities you must have to be of any interest to this enterprising individual. The meek need not apply. Your main challenges here may be learning to live with the occasional disorganization of this busy soul and the directness, which could be construed as lack of tact. You must understand that this person abhors dishonesty and is quite incapable of&lt;br /&gt;participating in it. Too many concurrent projects can scatter his (her) energy but your encouragement may be all that's needed to keep the number reasonable. You have found a dynamic partner in this mate. Enjoy the wit and repartee, explore new worlds and lost civilizations together and talk until the wee hours of the morning. With this individual, you can have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with a Capricorn? Dec 22 - Jan 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; If you are in love with a Capricorn man or woman, give him or her encouragement and support. This is one honey that will work diligently to provide you with the best that money can buy and all you have to do is notice. Quiet and competent, he or she goes about business with a professional attitude and a desire to please. Pats on the back are ap&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/capricorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/capricorn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;preciated here. You do, however, need to realize that career is like lifeblood to this individual. He (she) sees personal, professional work much like a husband looks upon his bride. There will be late nights at the office, business trips, or working weekends, and you will be expected to understand. Order is also important here. Dishes left in the sink and loose socks cluttering up the bedroom floor will definitely be a turn-off. Helpful hints from this individual are not meant as a criticism; he (she) just wants to assist in your perfection. You will also be expected to honor all dates and appointments; this man or woman is completely punctual and reliable and wants you to be the same. Knowledge of proper etiquette might come in handy, too. With this mate, you have found a partner who is going places and is willing to take you along. It won't happen on the instant/credit plan, though, as he (she) truly wants to earn it and own it personally. Because this individual is sometimes shy, you may need to get this individual talking in order to avoid the buildup of resentments. You are asked to contribute a lot here, but much is also given.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with an Aquarius? Jan 20 - Feb 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;If you are in love with an Aquarius, give him or her a very long leash and your respect. This is one of the most freedom-oriented of all the signs and this individual will not tolerate nagging or any cramping of his (her) style. You must understand that here you have found a person who truly looks at the world from a different perspective and needs to be supported in this endeavor. Bright and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/aquarius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/aquarius.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; original, this partner sees the world as it will be or should be and feels somewhat personally responsible to bring the future about. Some Aquarians feel so strongly about this that they are almost revolutionary in thought and behavior. Aquarius, as a rule, is also much more comfortable in the realm of thought than that of emotion. This person actually has the ability to detach from his (her) body and view conversations and situations from above. You needn't worry about judgment, though, as he (she) is extremely tolerant of everything except intolerance. Friends are important to this individual and you can expect a steady stream either through your house or his (her) business. You have found here, too, a partner that truly seeks an equal relationship. He or she wants to stand on his (her) own and wants you to do the same. This is the eleventh sign of the zodiac and if you look at the number 11, it represents masculine and feminine — separate — but also side-by-side and equal. As we are currently proceeding into the great "Age of Aquarius," this is good news for us all. Flexibility is also a must with this mate as he (she) enjoys last minute and/or unexpected surprises. "Boring" will not be a word you use to describe this relationship as he (she) keeps you wondering what's going to happen next. If you are looking for a partner with whom to have a fair and interesting match, you have found it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are You In Love with a Pisces? Feb 18 - Mar 19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;If you are in love with a Pisces man or woman, give him or her attention and sympathy. You have met here an individual who will quietly listen to the tales of your days — good and bad — and desires only the same consideration in return. Gentle and caring, he (she) provides a safe haven in any kind of weather and can be counted upon to get you back on track. Make sure that you do the same. Little gifts are greatly appreciated here and they need&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/pisces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/200/pisces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not be expensive. The idea of the token of your affection keeps this individual smiling and returning the favor with surprises of his (her) own. Snuggle-bunnies (hugs) or other displays of tenderness are also essential for true happiness with this mate. You may need to make a conscientious effort to keep him or her talking about his (her) feelings. Though deeply emotional inside, this particular sign — more than others — is prone to suffer in silence rather than speak out about personal irritations or letdowns. Disaster lurks down that road as unexpressed emotions carry a punch far greater than expressed ones. Make sure that the lines of communication stay open and you can avoid this pitfall. Don't be alarmed when this honey desires to spend time alone; it is essential for his (her) mental health. Pisces doesn't have as strong an aura as many of the other signs do and needs to re-charge the batteries without anyone else around from time to time. Kindness also pays off in this match. Often polite, he (she) generally is not fond of harsh words or rude phrases. You have found here a person who prizes serenity above all else and one who will appreciate your efforts to keep the waters calm. Once acquired, this bond will be long-lived and true blue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&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/25365680-114613006849930804?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114613006849930804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114613006849930804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114613006849930804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114613006849930804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/04/are-you-in-love-with.html' title='Are you &quot;In Love&quot; with...'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-114606981295130708</id><published>2006-04-27T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:49:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nagmamahal lang naman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUHAY PAG IBIG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'Yung ibang tao, naiinggit. Wala kasing nagmamahal sa kanila. Yung iba naman, tatanga-tanga! Minamahal na nga nang todo, binabalewala lang! Alam mo, swerte ka sana kaso tatanga-tanga lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Minsan na kong nagmahal, minsan na kong naloko. Minsan na nga lang, naagaw pa! Pero di bale! Mas bagay naman sila, eh. Isang basura, isang basurera. Perfect match, diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sometimes you tend to be in despair when your loved one doesn't love you back. But don't worry, don't cry much. Just close your eyes and whisper, "Mahal din ako nun. Pakipot lang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When you ran, I chase you. You told me to stop following you. When I stopped, you got mad! Aminin mo na. In love ka rin sa kin, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you ever find someone better, funnier or nicer than me, go ahead, hindi kita pipigilan. Pero pag iniwan ka ng gagong yun, tingin ka lang sa likod mo. Nandun ako, nang-aasar sayo, "Better than me pala, ha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lagi ka na lang may rason. Nakalimutan mong tumawag, nakalimutan mong magtext, nakalimutan mong magpaalam. Pero ingat ka, ha? Baka pag naalala mong mahal mo ko, nakalimutan na kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pag nakita mo na masaya ang mahal mo sa piling ng iba, wag kang malungkot o umiyak. Isipin mo na lang na masaya siya dahil mukhang clown ang kasama niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If I see you flirting with others, I won't cry. Instead I'll stand in front of you, chin up, stomach in, chest out at sabay sabi, "Mas masarap akong magmahal diyan. Sana wag mong pagsisihan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kapag ikaw ang iniyakan ng lalaki, ang swerte mo dahil mahal ka nga niya! Pero pag ikaw ang umiyak dahil lang sa kanya, di ka lang malas, tanga ka pa! Lalaki lang yan, pwede ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Minsan lang magmahal ang pusong tanga. Niloko pa! Subukan kaya niya ang magmahal at lokohin din siya? Nang masabi niyang,"GOSH! Masakit pala!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nagkita kami ng ex mo kanina. Nalaman niyang tayo na. Pinagmasdan niya ko at bigla siyang tumawa. Sabay sabi, "Pang-ilan ka? Ako kasi yung una!" Sagot ko, "Una ka nga, ako naman ang last niya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When you love, don't give your 100%. Leave at least 70% for yourself so if ever he'll hurt you, you could still stand up to him and say, "Wala na bang mas sasakit pa diyan? Sus, walang kwenta!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If someone leaves you, don't dare cry. Just smile and be happy. Pero bago mo siya tuluyang palayain, ibulong mo to sa kanya, "Maganda ako. Pasalamat ka pinatulan kita!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Before, hinahabol kita pero di mo ako pinapansin. Tapos isang araw nawala ako, hinanap mo ako at tinanong, "Bakit ka nagsawa?" Ngumiti ako, "Hindi ako nagsawa. Natauhan lang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pwede mo kong lokohin pero wag kang magpapahuli sakin. Pwede mo kong palitan pero siguraduhin mong mas mahal mo siya sakin. Pwede mo kong iwan pero siguraduhin mong kaya mo. Kasi pag ako sobrang nasaktan, wala ka nang babalikan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Boys? Pag trip ka, magpapakilala. Kaibigan kuno hanggang pumorma na. Tapos pag nahulog ka na, ayun, goodbye na dahil sawa na sila. Pero dapat walang iiyak ha dahil ... anong silbi ng karma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I fell in love and got hurt but I didn't shed too much tears nor did I ask him to love me again. Instead, I stood up proudly and said, "Ganyan talaga ang magaganda! Hindi bagay sa tanga!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple lang para hindi ka masaktan. Kapag minahal ka, mahalin mo din. Kapag ginago ka, gaguhin mo rin. Pero kapag umiyak ka, tanga ka! Ginago ka na nga, iiyakan mo pa? &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/25365680-114606981295130708?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114606981295130708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114606981295130708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114606981295130708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114606981295130708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/04/nagmamahal-lang-naman.html' title='nagmamahal lang naman'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-114458270017429783</id><published>2006-04-09T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:19:27.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaya ko ba ito???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/letting%20go.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 248px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/400/letting%20go.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;st1:givenname style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:givenname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:180%;"  &gt; of Letting Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;To let go doesn’t mean to stop caring; it      means I can do it for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;To let go is not to cut myself off; it’s      the realization that I can’t control another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;To let go is not to enable, but to allow      learning from natural consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;To let go is to admit powerlessness, which      means the outcome is not in my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;To let go is not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; to change or blame      another, I can only change myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;To let go is not to care for, but to care      about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;To let go is not to judge, but to allow      another to be a human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;To let go is not to be in the middle      arranging all the outcomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To let go is not to be protective, it is to      permit another to face reality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;To let go is not to deny but to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,      but to search out my own shortcomings and to correct them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To let go is not to adjust everything to my      desires but to take each day as it comes and to cherish the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To let go is not to criticize and regulate      anyone but to try to become what I dream I can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;To let go is not to regret the past but to      grow and to live for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;To let go is to fear less and to love more…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25365680-114458270017429783?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114458270017429783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114458270017429783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114458270017429783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114458270017429783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/04/kaya-ko-ba-ito.html' title='kaya ko ba ito???'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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-25365680.post-114432334145167833</id><published>2006-04-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:40:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a neophyte blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/1600/baby04.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 197px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5141/2649/320/baby04.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hi there, actually its my second post here (as u can see)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...i'm still adjusting for this kind of stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but i knw, hav friends to help me here (thanks to mama bunso!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hope i can make this (my site) as cute as i can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...so please help me people out there!...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;...till next posting...see yah! mwaaahhh&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/25365680-114432334145167833?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114432334145167833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114432334145167833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114432334145167833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114432334145167833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/04/neophyte-blogger.html' title='a neophyte blogger'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25365680.post-114415236657787827</id><published>2006-04-04T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:02:05.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Couldn't Ask For More &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edwin McCain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lying here with you, listening to the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smiling just to see a smile upon your face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And these are the moment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ll thank God that I’m alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And these are the moments &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll remember all my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found all I've waited for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I could not ask for more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking in your eyes, seeing all I need &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, everything you are &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is everything to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the moments &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know heaven must exist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the moments &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know all I need is this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have all I've waited for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I could not ask for more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrain&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could not ask for more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;than this time together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't ask for more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;than this time with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every breath has been answered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every dream that has come through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, right here in this moment, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's that we're all meant to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Oh) here with you, here with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And these are the moments &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thank God that I'm alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And these are the moments &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll remember all my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got all I've waited for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I could not ask for more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeat Refrain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could not ask for more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;than the love you gave me&lt;br /&gt;coz it's all I've waited for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I could not ask for more.&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/25365680-114415236657787827?l=mysticross.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/feeds/114415236657787827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25365680&amp;postID=114415236657787827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114415236657787827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25365680/posts/default/114415236657787827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysticross.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-in-my-heart.html' title='song in my heart'/><author><name>earthling</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14328650788390616104</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>
