<?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-1972581840607238008</id><updated>2011-11-06T13:37:33.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spill The Truth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-6043767351798108702</id><published>2011-02-06T01:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:46:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a LETTER found someplace else</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Naiinis ako kasi ang lakas lakas ng loob mong mag-emo dahil sa nararanasan mo ngayon. Naisip mo kaya na yun din ang pinaparanas mo sakin? Alam kong masakit. Pero kasi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nang-iwan ka rin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nag paasa ka rin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nakasakit ka rin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nakalimot ka rin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tingin mo ako hindi imbisibol sa'yo ngayon? Dinadaan-daanan mo nga lang ako e! Parang hindi mo ko nakikita. Parang hindi mo nararamdamang kailangan kita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TORTURE? You tortured me as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(228, 228, 228); margin-left: 30px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;may totoo ba sa mga pinakita mo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;O pambobola lang lahat ng yun? Shet. Napaniwala mo ko!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KISAPMATA. Ewan ko kung mabilis talagang makalimutan ang isang linggo pero yung isang buwan.. Isang buwan, nakalimutan na? Halos isang buwan mo akong sinanay ng ganito tapos mawawala ng ganun-ganun lang?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(228, 228, 228); margin-left: 30px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para bang walang nangyari&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di mo man lang sinabi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Babalik pa kaya? May mangyayari pa kaya kahit masagot ko na yung tanong mo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"mahal mo ba ako?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabihin mo lang kung may mapapala pa ba ako.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(228, 228, 228); margin-left: 30px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nakakainis talaga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nagmuka tuloy akong tanga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pinaasa mo kasi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ewan ko lang ah, pero tingin ko naman may karapatan akong "umasa" dahil sa mga ipinakita mo sakin. Kaya lang, baka masyado akong umasa sa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I want to fall in love with you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hindi ko naisip na posibleng hindi yun mangyari. Na hindi ka mag-fall. Na maging masaya ka lang kapag kasama mo ako pero hindi mo ako mahalin. So ano ako?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(228, 228, 228); margin-left: 30px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oo nga pala, hindi nga pala tayo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hanggang dito na lang ako, nangagarap na mapa-sa'yo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hindi sinasadya na hanapin pa ang lugar ko&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asan nga ba ako? Andiyan pa ba sa iyo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nahihilo, Nalilito&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asan ba ko sa'yo? Aasa ba ko sa'yo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ang galing. Nung tinugtog yung kanta para sa'yo, napaiyak ako sa likod. Mag-isa lang ako nun. Ramdam na ramdam ko na talaga yung feeling ng iniiwan. Sabi ko sa sarili ko&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ganito pala yung domino effect. Makikita mo yung taong &lt;strike&gt;gusto&lt;/strike&gt; mahal mo na nasasaktan dahil sa ibang taong mahal niya tapos yun na yun din yung mararamdaman mo. Doble pasakit pa nga yata eh. Bakit hindi nila naisip na i-dedicate yung kanta sakin? Invisible ba talaga ako??"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(228, 228, 228); margin-left: 30px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;dapat ikaw ang kinakausap ko tungkol dito..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pero hindi ko yun magawa. Dahil baka ako naman pala yung mali. Baka naman hindi ko alam na bago pa magsimula yung linggong sumira ng lahat ay binitawan mo na ako.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(228, 228, 228); margin-left: 30px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;di ako sa'yo, hindi ka sa'kin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sakaling gustuhin ko,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bibitawan kita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Natatakot akong malaman na ginusto mo akong bitawan. Na baka binitawan mo na nga ako. Kung yun nga ang nangyari, hindi ito ang unang beses na binitawan ako ng isang tao. Pero ito ang unang beses na binitawan ako ng walang pasabi. Mas okay pa yung dati e, sinabihan ako ng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm letting you go"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sobrang sakit. Pero at least malinaw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(228, 228, 228); margin-left: 30px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actions speak louder than words but words are always clearer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaminin ko, ayokong matapos yung "tayo". Gustung-gusto kong bumalik sa dati. Ang tanong, GUSTO MO BA? Ayoko nang umiyak. Ayoko nang magpakalugmok. Napaka-nonsense na ng mga pinaggagagawa ko dahil hindi mo naman napapansin. You're so busy thinking about yourself. Kung sa bagay, ikaw na rin ang nagsabi, lahat ng tao selfish. Sana matutunan kong maging selfish pagdating sa'yo. Sana kahit minsan, isipin ko naman yung sarili ko (although kung titingnan mo, sarili ko rin naman ang iniisip ko dahil ayokong masaktan).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nagbago ba ako? Hindi ko alam. Baka nga nagbago ako dahil sa'yo. Pero&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(228, 228, 228); margin-left: 30px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;sana alam mo yun..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;na ikaw yung nagbago..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;na ikaw yung naging dahilan kung bakit umasa ako..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa kabilang banda, hindi rin talaga kita masisisi. Naisip ko kasi, halos ganito rin naman yung ginawa ko dati. Nung binitawan ko siya para sa'yo. Siguro ganito rin yung naramdaman niya. Yung pakiramdam ng iniwan sa ere. Ang gulo ng mundo. Bakit 'to nangyayari sa'tin?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-6043767351798108702?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6043767351798108702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=6043767351798108702&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/6043767351798108702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/6043767351798108702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-found-someplace-else.html' title='a LETTER found someplace else'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-521949000408494772</id><published>2010-11-12T22:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:21:52.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a BOY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sana naging lalaki na lang ako, para hindi nasasayang yung pagmamahal na kaya kong ibigay. Sana may napapasaya akong babae o di kaya, sana nagagawa ko sa'yo yung mga bagay na gusto kong gawin mo sakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sana lagi kitang napupuntahan sa school. Sana naihahatid kita pauwi. Sana nasasamahan kita sa lahat ng lakad mo. Sana napadadalhan kita ng sulat buwan-buwan. Sana naipapakita ko sa'yo kung gaano kita kamahal at sana maramdaman mo yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sana nabibilhan kita ng pagkain. Sana nakakasabay kitang maglakad. Sana lagi akong nandiyan para iyakan mo kapag malungkot ka. Sana lagi kitang kasama kapag masaya ako. Sana naipapakilala kita sa mga kaibigan ko. Sana rin nakikilala ko mga kaibigan mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sana napagbubuksan kita ng pintuan. Sana napapauna kitang sumakay sa jeep. Sana naaalalayan kita kapag bumababa ng bus. Sana natutulungan kita sa pagdala ng gamit mo. Sana nalilibre kita ng ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sana natetext kita araw-araw. Sana natatawagan kita gabi-gabi para lang kamustahin ka. Sana nadadalaw kita sa bahay niyo. Sana nakakapaglaro tayo ng mga sports na hilig mo. Sana nakakapanood tayo ng movies na paborito mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sana hindi na tayo magkahiwalay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sana naging lalaki na lang ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-521949000408494772?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/521949000408494772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=521949000408494772&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/521949000408494772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/521949000408494772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-were-boy.html' title='if i were a BOY.'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-6131487398964649183</id><published>2010-08-07T08:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:05:30.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still, I'm UNSURE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After everything that happened in the past 2 years, I wasn't sure about you anymore. I'm trying my best to believe in you, because above all people, I should be the one who understands you more. I don't know why, but I'm still in doubt. Maybe because of all those things that you've done, even if I'm your best friend, I still find it hard to put all my trust in you. I'm afraid of getting hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But then again, I want to give it a try. I want to believe in you. I want to believe that what you feel is real. Who knows? Maybe this time you'd really change, for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-6131487398964649183?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6131487398964649183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=6131487398964649183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/6131487398964649183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/6131487398964649183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/08/still-im-unsure.html' title='still, I&apos;m UNSURE..'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-3682382017599596124</id><published>2010-06-19T21:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T08:49:23.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm SICK of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;Hindi pa ba kayo nagsasawa? Kasi ako, sawang sawa na.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;Ever since high school, things were like this. I'm tired of it! When I went to college, I was hoping things would change. But no, they didn't. It's like you guys are ghosts from the past that I would like to run away from. But you just keep on hunting me! You may be wondering why I'm like this - why I rarely hang out with you guys. Well, it's because I want a change to happen. I can't stand being treated like this anymore, really. Why am I not telling you this? Because you wouldn't take me seriously. It's as simple as that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;Before anyone else gets the wrong idea, I would like to say this.. Yes, I still want to be friends. Yes, I still love you guys the same as before. And no, I don't want this to go on forever. Please, just stop. I could still bear it back then. Of course, I'm not the kind of person who gets mad at small things. But I guess I've had enough. I get hurt most of the time already. I just don't want to tell you. I think you guys know that I'm more of the keep-it-to-myself type of person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;That's why I'd rather hang out with new friends at times. It's because I want to forget. I want to forget the pains that high school life has brought to me. All those years of hardships. For all you know, I barely survived high school. But hey, that doesn't mean I'd forget about all those happy moments that I've had with you all. Although at times, I don't remember most of it. Maybe it's just because of my eagerness to forget. Anyway, I'm know it's still here in my heart - someplace hidden deep inside it maybe. I would surely treasure those special events of my high school life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;I'm sorry for this sudden outburst of emotions. I just don't wanna be treated this way anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#993399"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-3682382017599596124?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3682382017599596124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=3682382017599596124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/3682382017599596124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/3682382017599596124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-sick-of-it.html' title='i&apos;m SICK of it.'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-1820682733375803012</id><published>2010-06-17T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:28:37.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what does happy crush mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Happy crush = wala lang, natutuwa ka lang sa kanya. He makes you happy, ganun. Pero never in your mind na naisip mo or naimagine mo na magiging kayo. Hindi naman siya joke joke lang. Pero alam mo yung nakakatuwa lang talaga yung tao kasi you like his attitude, the way he treats you and stuff. But a happy crush is just a happy crush. Period. Hahaha! It's not even close to the crush = like thing. Kunwari friend mo, pwede mo maging happy crush. Haha. Haaaay. Hirap i-explain. Basta ganun :)) Masaya ka lang. Kaya nga &amp;quot;happy crush&amp;quot; e =)) LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/empresskat?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Please, be straight to the point.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-1820682733375803012?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1820682733375803012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=1820682733375803012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/1820682733375803012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/1820682733375803012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-does-happy-crush-mean.html' title='what does happy crush mean?'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-4338279577993298326</id><published>2009-12-30T01:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:57:11.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop this NONSENSE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You don't deserve this. You don't deserve my tears. You don't deserve my.. whatever I feel for you! YOU ARE SUCH A JERK. You know that? You keep on telling me that you miss me but do you do something about it? NO. You just sit around and wait for me to actually do something for us to have some quality time together. I was supposed to say goodbye. But what.. you ruined it! Why do you have to postpone that stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;gala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;with me? I know, you have your reasons. And I understand. It's just that.. why do you make it feel so easy to let me down??? WHY?! Why did you ever come back into my life in the first place! I already forgot about you and now you're making your way back into my already messed up life. Shit you. It would be okay if I'm still "the one", but I'm not anymore! So why push yourself?? ARGH. I hate it! I hate it so bad I can't stop typing. I'm supposed to be sleeping right now. Damn you. Damn you. Damn you. The worse part is that I know by the time I see you again and you approach me and I would snub you then you'd beg me to talk to you.. I will. Then eventually you'd say sorry then everything would be fine again. This can't go on anymore! I have to change. Please stop making me feel depressed. Please, just please understand what I feel or even try to know how I feel. I can't be hurting forever! I have to be happy someday. I must be happy someday. And I will be happy someday. Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-4338279577993298326?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4338279577993298326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=4338279577993298326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/4338279577993298326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/4338279577993298326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/stop-this-nonsense.html' title='stop this NONSENSE.'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-5785891255241587608</id><published>2009-12-24T14:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:03:43.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't be SELFISH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh please, make up your mind! If you love her, then please let me go. You don't need me anymore. I can't be your reserve girl. It's killing me!! I like you already. And it hurts to see you with her. I'm sorry I never knew you loved me. Sorry if I hurt you before, I never meant to do such thing. I was so busy thinking of him that I never really noticed you were falling for me. If only I knew back then.. who knows - we could have ended up to be happy right now. I really regret it. But then again, if you still love me, I know you'd come back to me. It's hard to wait but I guess that's what I'll do. It wouldn't hurt that bad, right? I just have one simple request.. Please think about my feelings too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-5785891255241587608?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5785891255241587608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=5785891255241587608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/5785891255241587608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/5785891255241587608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-be-selfish.html' title='don&apos;t be SELFISH.'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-2196518679870291539</id><published>2009-10-09T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:56:43.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For the nth time, he forgot again. :( I know, I was already expecting this but what can I do? I was still hoping he would remember, or at least just care about it. I mean, this day's very important for me. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about his "shallow-gene-because-he's-a-boy". Maybe I already got used to it. For the record, I'm not mad at him. It's just that I can't help it... IT HURTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-2196518679870291539?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2196518679870291539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=2196518679870291539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/2196518679870291539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/2196518679870291539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/10/depressed.html' title='depressed.'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-802231709095772518</id><published>2009-08-22T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:33:23.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADVENTURE! (continuation)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Part 3 (The Adventure Itself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, when LA finished eating his meal, we decided to go to Araneta to buy tickets for the UST vs UP game (Aug. 20) since I wasn't able to buy some earlier. We crossed the street and we were already in front of Benilde. I was hoping to see Dino but I didn't.. poor me. We rode the LRT-1 going to D. Jose station. We had to ride different cabs since the LRT was full so I rode the cab for the females. When we arrived at the D. Jose station, we walked for a few minutes until we finally reached LRT-2 Recto station. I had the chance to sit down, yipeeee! Oh and this time, we rode the same cab since there wasn't a seperate one for females. After 7 stations, we arrived at the Araneta Center-Cubao station. I think it was his first time in Gateway, haha. So there, we went to The Big Dome and I bought 3 Upper Box-A tickets. We were ready to go home, the question is... how? HAHA. He suggested to just retrace our steps but instead of going down the Vito Cruz station (near DLSU), we would go down the Gil Puyat station then ride a bus going to Pacita. That was too tiring for me so I thought of another way to go home. I remembered Kyle telling me that he rode a bus at Cubao to go home so we asked where we could find a bus terminal going to Laguna. A guard told us that the terminal was near Ali Mall. We walked for a long time, we didn't know where Ali Mall was. On our way of looking for Ali Mall, we even saw SM Cubao. Haha! When we finally saw the terminal, LA asked "Pwede bang mag-cr muna tayo?" I had no choice so we went inside a mall (I don't know which mall XD) to look for the restrooms. After that, we went back to the terminal and realized that the buses were going to Bicol, Batangas, and other provinces. CRAAAAAZY!! I was so tired of walking already. Good thing I had another plan left. I suggested we just ride the MRT-3 at the Farmer's Plaza then go down at the Ayala station and ride an FX there going to Pacita (via Southwoods exit). He hesitated at first since riding the FX is more expensive than riding the bus but he agreed eventually. We rode different cabs again since there were separate cabs for females. Upon reaching the Ayala stataion, we went directly to the FX terminal. When we were already at the FX terminal, he saw a bus going to Pacita. We immediately walked fast towards the bus then rode it. Finally! We went down at Ministop (pacita) and bought food. After that, we crossed the street and went inside Salon 28 since my mom was there. He then went home and I waited for my mom to be finished. After an hour of waiting... HOME AT LAST! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-802231709095772518?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/802231709095772518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=802231709095772518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/802231709095772518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/802231709095772518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventure-continuation.html' title='ADVENTURE! (continuation)'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-6212610274186867358</id><published>2009-08-19T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:30:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my amazing ADVENTURE :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Part 1 (The Journey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I woke up at around 8:30 in the morning. I ate my breakfast, took a bath, then rode the tricycle going to Ministop. From there, I walked for a few minutes until I reached the LRT-2 Katipunan station (this is my usual routine almost every week so I'm kinda used to it). I got off the train at the Araneta Center-Cubao station and went to Gateway. Instead of going to Farmer's to ride the MRT-3, I went to the Araneta Coliseum to buy tickets for tomorrow's game (UP vs UST). Unfortunately, the ticket booth was still close. The guard said it'll open at 12nn and it was just 10:30am at that time. I decided to just continue my "journey" to La Salle instead of waiting for noon because Nica's break is from 11am-1pm. And my purpose for going to La Salle is just to see her, and LA. Yup, you read that right! I'm on my way to DLSU-Taft :). It's my first time to try going there from my dorm. Haha! So there, I rode the train again until the last station of LRT-2 (Recto). I saw the University Belt while I was on the train. Upon reaching Recto, I asked directions on how to go to the LRT-1 Doroteo Jose station. After a long walk, I arrived at the D. Jose station. From there, I rode a train going to Baclaran (last station). Again, I saw many different places like the Rizal Park, Pasig River (I think), and lots and lots of buildings! I went off the train at the Vito Cruz station which is very near DLSU. I was so happy when I saw La Salle! Well, it was my dream school. Also, there was a sense of fulfillment in me since I went to DLSU by myself (to think that I came from Katipunan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Part 2 (Fun at Taft)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I immediately texted Nica when I arrived at Gate 1. I finally saw her then we hugged each other. Gosh, how I missed her! We went to McDonald's to eat lunch and to chitchat. After eating, she went back to La Salle since she has a quiz at 1pm. So there I am, all alone in McDo hoping to see someone I know. (It's quite boring to wait for LA since he'll be dismissed at 2:30pm.) Suddenly, I heard a very familiar voice. When I turned to look at the direction where the voice was coming from, I wasn't wrong... It was Echel. We kinda shouted for a while 'cause we were both shocked to see each other. Haha! She introduced me to her blockmates then I joined their table. After they ate, we decided to play Rockband at the University Mall. I was quite amazed to learn how cheap it was to play Rockband there (P200 per hour, complete set) compared to the Rockband at Katipunan (P350 per hour or even P650 per hour if you want to play at a studio-like room). We played for only half an our since they still have classes at 2:40pm. I still had fun though :). After that, I went back to McDo to meet LA and Nica (again!). Finally, I saw LA. His new hair style looks very good on him. Haha! Nica came after 10 minutes but she also left immediately to join her blockmates at KFC. And so I was left with my best friend. Haha. This is where the adventure starts! *wink ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-6212610274186867358?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6212610274186867358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=6212610274186867358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/6212610274186867358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/6212610274186867358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-amazing-adventure.html' title='my amazing ADVENTURE :)'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-204677862100814815</id><published>2009-07-14T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:29:19.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fan's DILEMMA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You all know how much I love Dino Kilates a.k.a. Dino Imperial. I just found out recently that he has a girlfriend already and that they've been together for almost a year. *sobs* It hurts, HAHA. Well of course, in a fan's point of view, it'll be better if he and Empress were together instead. But when I watched videos of Dino and his girlfriend Jax, I actually thought they're really cute! I even got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kilig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; in one of the videos. So obviously, I now accept the fact that Dino's already taken. HUHU..whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Girlfriend or no girlfriend, I will still (and always will) love Dino Ricardo Kilates! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-204677862100814815?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/204677862100814815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=204677862100814815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/204677862100814815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/204677862100814815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/07/fans-dilemma.html' title='a fan&apos;s DILEMMA.'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-5534703501975696830</id><published>2009-05-20T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:54:59.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERJOYED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gaaaah! Sorry, I can't help myself. I'm just too happy! At last, after one painful month.. I've finally gotten to SMILE again! A real and meaningful smile, if I may add. Thanks to one guy out there. Haha! You gave me a reason to put a smile on my face again. The smile that was long lost thanks to some other guy out there! So anyway, this guy (who made me smile) is really really making me happy right now! I just can't believe it. I smiled three times, out of the blue.. THREE TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you might be wondering what that guy did to make me this happy. Well, I'll just give you a clue.. He offered me something someone has never done to me before! And he did it in a very friendly way. He said "Para naman makabawi ako sayo". Gawd. You're kidding me! No, this isn't a joke. Haha! Gawd, I'm acting crazy again! Sorry for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SURPRISE KO SAYO :D". Wow! A surprise? For me? Yup, that's what he said. Can't wait for tomorrow! OMG. I think I'm crushing again. Waaah! He's driving me gaga over him again. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be all. I hope he really pulls through that surprise he's telling me. Oh well, gotta sleep. Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-5534703501975696830?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5534703501975696830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=5534703501975696830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/5534703501975696830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/5534703501975696830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/overjoyed.html' title='OVERJOYED!'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-7055697643205141523</id><published>2009-05-19T22:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:03:27.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Woah! I've been so busy lately. I did so many things in the internet like joining a networking site that pays you to use it. Cool huh? It's pretty much like facebook and friendster but better! Know why? Duh, 'cause you earn DOLLARS! Hahaha! I'll tell you guys more about it if I really receive my first payment :). Oh, I've also been busy downloading sim games like Virtual Villagers 2, Virtual Families, Diner Dash, My Tribe, and Kudos. Ask why not play my Sims Collection instead? 'Cause the freakin' laptop's OS is Vista and I think my Sims CD's not compatible with it! Darn. Everytime I load it, it just sucks. I miss playing Sims already!! Oh well, wait 'till I get my hands on Sims 2! Bwahahahaha! *evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also realized how much I LOVED Jerry Yan. Even way back 2001, he was already my favorite F4 guy. He's the prettiest Asian alive! Damn! His hairstyle in Hot Shot rocks! I like it better than his Dao Ming Si hair although the pineapple hairstyle's cute. His character as Cody is soooooooo the best right now! Cody's better than Gu Jun Pyo. Wahaha! Why do they have to put their timeslots consecutively? Grrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But anyway, his charm never fades! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I LOOOOOVE YOU JERRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-7055697643205141523?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7055697643205141523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=7055697643205141523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/7055697643205141523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/7055697643205141523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy.html' title='BUSY.'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-4139364091019776834</id><published>2009-05-07T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:31:00.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;left you out of the blue&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;it's hard leaving you that way when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i never wanted to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i have learned that love is beyond&lt;br /&gt;what human can imagine,&lt;br /&gt;the more it clears the more &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i have to let you go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i don't understand is why &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;so bad now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; when i know &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it was my idea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why am i the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;only one&lt;/span&gt; standing stranded&lt;br /&gt;on the same ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all else fail, would you be there to love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;if all else fail, would you be brave to see right through me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lines form Same Ground by Kitchie Nadal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Right now, i can really relate to the lines above. I just realized how much it hit me. But there's nothing i can do. What's done is done. And right now, there's no more backing out. I don't know how long i can endure it, but.. it just has to stay this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-4139364091019776834?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4139364091019776834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=4139364091019776834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/4139364091019776834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/4139364091019776834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/05/unwell.html' title='unwell.'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-5290291938566453520</id><published>2009-04-25T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:58:41.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ecstatic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow. Hindi ko ma-describe yung nararamdaman ko ngayon. Basta ang saya ko! Know why? 'Cause may nakilala akong dalawang Candy girls (from CandyMag TeenTalk) na incoming freshies din sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UP Diliman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! The best part is, we have the same course (&lt;u&gt;BS Computer Engineering&lt;/u&gt;)! Nagkaron ako ng hope na may makakasama ako sa enrollment and orientation! Ang saya ko grabe! Well, here's how it all started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nag-GM si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Janine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; sa text na may nakilala siyang Candy girl na kaparehas niya ng course and block. Her name's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (not sure if it has an "h"). Ang cool kasi nga same block sila pati French din ang elective. I asked Janine kung saan niya nakilala and she told me sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UP Freshies '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; thread daw. And so, I tried my luck! And I was really lucky to find 2 coursemates! Hahaha! Kahit na magkaiba kami ng block na pinili, there's still a possibility na maging classmates kami kahit sa ES 1 (lab) lang. Ang nakakatuwa pa rito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kristine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; din ang name nung isa kong nakilala and the other one's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rachelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. So ayun na, usap-usap kami. Tapos nagulat ako kasi yung bestfriend ni Kristine na si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Celina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, sa UP Diliman din mag-aaral at ang course ay BA Psychology! Parehas sila ni Janine! Ang cool diba? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Small world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really hope I become good friends with all of them! Will they be the next barkada? Haha! Maybe yes, maybe not. Who knows? Sana lang talaga I get along with them well. And I hope they'd like me too. Gosh. College na! I'm excited na kinakabahan, pero more of excited. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S. Sorry for the long post, natuwa lang talaga. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-5290291938566453520?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5290291938566453520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=5290291938566453520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/5290291938566453520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/5290291938566453520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/ecstatic.html' title='ecstatic!'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-8053031019358088281</id><published>2009-04-24T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:31:29.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jack: Hey, you know what sucks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lindsey: vaccuum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jack: Hey, you know what sucks in a metaphorical sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lindsey: black holes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jack: Hey, you know what just isn't cool? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lindsey: lava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! I got this from the example theme in Tumblr. I was really LMAO. Hahaha! So there, I've decided to post it here. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Why does Jack need to repeat the word "hey" everytime he talks to Lindsey? HAHAHA. Who the heck are Jack &amp;amp; Lindsey anyway? No, WHO CARES who they are?! All I know is that they're funny. LMAO XD. Oh my gosh. Can't stop laughing! Hahahahahaha! Sorry for my nonsense blog. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-8053031019358088281?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8053031019358088281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=8053031019358088281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/8053031019358088281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/8053031019358088281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/jack-hey-you-know-what-sucks-lindsey.html' title='LMAO'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-8082159219294289601</id><published>2009-04-23T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:27:48.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YOU! Stop acting like you know the WHOLE story. Stop "bossing" me around when you don't even have the right to do so. Stop acting like you're his girl, when in fact, YOU'RE NOT. You're just an effin shit and a pain in the butt. An eyesore! Oh and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;F.Y.I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;, I'm not taking him back.. HE'S ALL YOURS! Go ahead and do whatever you want. I've decided it myself in the first place anyway. I'm not talking to him (for now, I guess) 'cause if I do, I wouldn't be able to move on. So go on and make him yours! I have nothing to do with him anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If there's one thing I regret, it's that my friendship with him was ruined. Whatever I do, it just wouldn't be the same anymore. No matter how much I hold on, the friendship that we shared will never come back again. And I don't blame anyone for that but myself. It's just so sad because that friendship was what I treasured the most. It was so precious for me. Something I never wanted to go away. But I guess it all sums up to this. I was holding on, not knowing there was nothing left to hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I never expected that a girl like you would affect me this much. I was wrong in thinking that you were harmless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This will be the last blog addressed to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I hope you read this and I hope you know it's about you.. and him, if I may add)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;. There's just one thing I would like to ask from you.. Please stop saying things as if you were there when all these happened. He's not the only one who's in pain. You don't know what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-8082159219294289601?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8082159219294289601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=8082159219294289601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/8082159219294289601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/8082159219294289601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/pissed-off.html' title='PISSED off'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-6041132549121685088</id><published>2009-04-23T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:30:38.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At last! I have the comment thingy already. Hahaha! I didn't use HaloScan anymore since it doesn't work. So anyway, I had this comment thingy because I changed something in the Settings. It was just as easy as that! DARN. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I looooove blogger already! I'm kinda getting the hang of it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-6041132549121685088?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6041132549121685088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=6041132549121685088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/6041132549121685088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/6041132549121685088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-7307492991721431538</id><published>2009-04-23T15:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:40:51.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After spending hours in front of the computer, I still don't have the comment box thingy (or whatever you call it). Where in the world can I get one? I tried HaloScan.com but nothings happening. DARN. I'm starting to get pissed off. Wahahaha! Oh well, what can I do? I'm just getting started anyway. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By the way, I changed my theme. Haha! The old one doesn't have a NavBar so I replaced it with this one. I just recycled some of the codes. Hahaha! Gosh, my back's aching already. Damn chair! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-7307492991721431538?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7307492991721431538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=7307492991721431538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/7307492991721431538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/7307492991721431538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/frustrated.html' title='frustrated.'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972581840607238008.post-4658970574301224480</id><published>2009-04-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:12:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my FIRST post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow. After hours of customizing my blogspot, here's what I've made. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, how's the template? Haha! I really worked hard on editing those HTML codes. DAMN. Thanks to Janine, my blogspot mentor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, I finally managed to customize my blog. Woohooo! Cheers for me. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GREAT. Just great. My connections acting stupid again! I just hate it when this happens! Grrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*irritated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When will this thing work properly?! DSL has a big problem. DAMN. We've already switched form Smart Bro to DSL but we still encounter problems with the Internet Connection. Does it have something to do with the Network? Oh, who cares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At last! It worked again! Hooraaaaay! Okay, forget about what I said earlier. Haha! So anyway, I really feel hungry AND sleepy now. I guess I'd better get going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/145/51DF4D36CBDC229F245BB7F9BB9211F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1972581840607238008-4658970574301224480?l=empressdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4658970574301224480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1972581840607238008&amp;postID=4658970574301224480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/4658970574301224480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1972581840607238008/posts/default/4658970574301224480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://empressdiaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-post.html' title='my FIRST post.'/><author><name>empress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961634473992004520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rVIhTYjbkk/S_j5r117D9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Ig5widSExqQ/S220/film.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
