<?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-9387935</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:37:06.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twisted Angel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mean Machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01874558058315909948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSGlUaz41dI/S_QsrHOoNsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IsK68ZYuKGQ/S220/twistedangelcrown.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-5228870508934159979</id><published>2009-08-18T09:08:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:09:57.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Desiderata (Max Ehrmann)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and remember what  peace there may be in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As far as possible, without  surrender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Speak your truth quietly and  clearly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and listen to others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;even to the dull and the ignorant;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;they  too have their story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;they are  vexatious to the spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you  may become vain or bitter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for always there will be greater and lesser  persons than yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it is a real  possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Exercise caution in your  business affairs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But let this not  blind you to what virtue there is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;many persons strive for high ideals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Be yourself. Especially do not  feign affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Neither be cynical about love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for in the face of all  aridity and disenchantment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it is as perennial as the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Take  kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of  youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Many fears are born  of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;be gentle  with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are a child of the universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no less than the trees  and the stars;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And whether or not it is  clear to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And whatever your labors and aspirations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in the noisy confusion of  life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;keep peace in your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and  broken dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Be cheerful. Strive to be  happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-5228870508934159979?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5228870508934159979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/desiderata-max-ehrmann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/5228870508934159979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/5228870508934159979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2009/08/desiderata-max-ehrmann.html' title='Desiderata (Max Ehrmann)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-3694829061080953508</id><published>2009-06-14T16:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:19:55.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy! Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl0Lm_AzLeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DLtsJB9TR3o/s1600-h/Me-An+M_20090616_023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl0Lm_AzLeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DLtsJB9TR3o/s400/Me-An+M_20090616_023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358451896018480610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-3694829061080953508?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3694829061080953508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3694829061080953508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3694829061080953508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Happy! Birthday!'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl0Lm_AzLeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DLtsJB9TR3o/s72-c/Me-An+M_20090616_023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-3287130962412985384</id><published>2009-04-08T16:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:44:02.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl0J1xHehII/AAAAAAAAAFs/XHI0i83wshI/s1600-h/Me-An+M_20090409_041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl0J1xHehII/AAAAAAAAAFs/XHI0i83wshI/s400/Me-An+M_20090409_041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358449950963172482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-3287130962412985384?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3287130962412985384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3287130962412985384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3287130962412985384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2009/04/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl0J1xHehII/AAAAAAAAAFs/XHI0i83wshI/s72-c/Me-An+M_20090409_041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-586171223694130203</id><published>2009-03-03T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:35:44.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl0H0q_NAmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/I272W2Y8qvw/s1600-h/20090304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl0MwHBpvHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nurElIjZI_Q/s400/20090103_1257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358453152299990130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-3766302941414884239?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3766302941414884239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/suero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3766302941414884239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3766302941414884239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2009/01/suero.html' title='Suero'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl0MwHBpvHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/nurElIjZI_Q/s72-c/20090103_1257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-5368129548321013135</id><published>2008-05-15T08:04:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:42:30.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Love is stronger than anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't even know how to explain that. But after being in the midst of people who seem to misunderstand my personality, and eventually my intentions... After slightly ranting and questioning why or how seemingly shallow and juvenile they could be... And after I engage in constant breathing, calming and control of my thoughts/emotions... That statement pervaded my mind. I was in the shower slowly being awakened, cleansed and refreshed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Love is stronger than hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Why remain mad and unknowing when you can let love make you understand? Why NOT understand when you can TRY to understand? Why wallow in hate, pride, greed, fear, insecurity when you can bask in the warmth of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Love is stronger than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's a choice on how you want to be. On how you want to live. In the end, what do you think prevails? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-5368129548321013135?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5368129548321013135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-is-stronger-than-anger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/5368129548321013135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/5368129548321013135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-is-stronger-than-anger.html' title='♥♥♥'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-5639868708350044134</id><published>2008-05-09T15:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:42:50.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The quieter you become, the more you can hear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...the more you can "see"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...the more you can "feel"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-5639868708350044134?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5639868708350044134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2008/05/quieter-you-become-more-you-can-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/5639868708350044134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/5639868708350044134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2008/05/quieter-you-become-more-you-can-hear.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-4951389927334220742</id><published>2007-03-20T10:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:02:25.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Circa 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;just got these pics last week. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/RgAW15FHthI/AAAAAAAAABU/U7uv1rwApbs/s1600-h/sheila2+051cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044056697766131218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/RgAW15FHthI/AAAAAAAAABU/U7uv1rwApbs/s320/sheila2+051cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/RgAW15FHtiI/AAAAAAAAABc/nUwTDvPYlIk/s1600-h/sheila2+049cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044056697766131234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/RgAW15FHtiI/AAAAAAAAABc/nUwTDvPYlIk/s320/sheila2+049cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/RgAW2JFHtjI/AAAAAAAAABk/SwMQMsAahRA/s1600-h/eiw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044056702061098546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/RgAW2JFHtjI/AAAAAAAAABk/SwMQMsAahRA/s320/eiw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;back when i was... uhm... slim?... slimmer? hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-4951389927334220742?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4951389927334220742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/03/circa-2005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/4951389927334220742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/4951389927334220742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/03/circa-2005.html' title='Circa 2005'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/RgAW15FHthI/AAAAAAAAABU/U7uv1rwApbs/s72-c/sheila2+051cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-2979162295959229062</id><published>2007-03-19T22:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:44:12.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmpf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;magkalimutan na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-2979162295959229062?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2979162295959229062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/03/magkalimutan-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/2979162295959229062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/2979162295959229062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/03/magkalimutan-na.html' title='hmpf'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-8879427118965860133</id><published>2007-03-14T09:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:51:37.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Rhythm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's remembering that makes me smile these days... And I am left wondering why I only thought of these now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think it isn't much because of the nearness of you. Or your towering height as compared to mine - the difference lessened by the 3 or 4-inch suede stiletto heels I never thought I'd wear in this lifetime. It isn't being impeccably dressed in an expensive barong (which made you look rather dashing) or wearing those shiny, black, leather shoes. Not how you managed to see beyond the drab brown color of my unchic and unrevealing dress and the simple make-up I had applied - both of which seemed to have easily caught your eye and appreciation, thank you.:) Neither is it the gentle, albeit slightly firm, grip of your hands. Nor the mild tugging and the bemused expression on your face as you quietly insisted that I just follow your lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is hesitation, anxiety, and doubt gradually turning into trust. Consciousness becoming confidence. Conforming, then reveling. Freeing the mind and soul from its self-imposed bonds of control. Moved by the mesmerizing look in your eyes. Spinning in exhilaration. Not wanting it to stop. Leaving one in utter breathlessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is like Sagada and badminton to me. A new thing that was conquered. A feeling of fulfillment, not solely because of my own doing, but of yours, too. Simply because you believed in me, even if I was stubborn enough to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is the magic of being with you and experiencing together what I never thought we would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;me+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;music-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dancing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;swinging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-8879427118965860133?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8879427118965860133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-rhythm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/8879427118965860133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/8879427118965860133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-rhythm.html' title='In Rhythm'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-3461908500532980858</id><published>2007-02-11T21:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:03:21.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mind (&amp; Heart)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nash: &lt;em&gt;You once said that God must be a painter because he gave us so many colors.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alicia: &lt;em&gt;I didn't think you were listening...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nash: &lt;em&gt;I'm always listening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alicia: &lt;em&gt;Well, how big is the universe?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nash: &lt;em&gt;Infinite.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alicia: &lt;em&gt;How do you know?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nash: &lt;em&gt;I know because all the data indicates that it's infinite.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alicia: &lt;em&gt;But it hasn't been proven yet.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nash: &lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alicia: &lt;em&gt;You haven't seen it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nash: &lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alicia: &lt;em&gt;How do you know for sure?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nash: &lt;em&gt;I don't, I just believe it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Alicia: &lt;em&gt;Mmm...It's the same with love, I guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I've always believed in numbers. In the equations and logic that lead to reason. But after a lifetime of such pursuits, I ask what truly is logic? Who decides reason? My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional and back. And I have made the most important discovery of my career. The most important discovery of my life. It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logical reasons can be found. I'm only here tonight because of you. You are the reason I am. You are all my reasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps it is good to have a beautiful mind, but an even greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-A Beautiful Mind, starring Russell Crowe &amp;amp; Jennifer Connelly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-3461908500532980858?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3461908500532980858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/02/beautiful-mind-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3461908500532980858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3461908500532980858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/02/beautiful-mind-heart.html' title='A Beautiful Mind (&amp; Heart)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-6635450202792402804</id><published>2007-02-10T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:46:31.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesy Na Kung Cheesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Reading a romance novel is one thing. Reading a romance novel on the week of Valentine's day is another. It's suicide! Aaaggghhh! Hehe. Mapagbiro nga naman ang tadhana. My officemate lent this to me. Biglaan lang. And since I didn't have anything to read during the weekend, well, what the heck...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Well, you were honest and hardworking and kind. You were polite and patient and more mature than any guy I'd dated before. And when we were together, you listened in a way that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. You made me feel complete, and spending time with you just seemed right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Naman! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-6635450202792402804?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6635450202792402804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/02/cheesy-na-kung-cheesy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/6635450202792402804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/6635450202792402804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/02/cheesy-na-kung-cheesy.html' title='Cheesy Na Kung Cheesy'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-3008061868325996259</id><published>2007-01-31T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:47:36.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In San Diego Harbour, CA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Love creates bridges where it would seem they were impossible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Like The Flowing River, Paulo Coelho-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-3008061868325996259?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3008061868325996259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-san-diego-harbour-california.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3008061868325996259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3008061868325996259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-san-diego-harbour-california.html' title='In San Diego Harbour, CA'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-1761033077068657143</id><published>2007-01-29T00:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:46:10.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P: &lt;em&gt;"Ikaw lang ang kakilala kong pinakamadaming weddings na in-attend-an."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mar 11 Ib-Ethel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oct 08 Jojo-Acel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 25 Romy-Harmony&lt;br /&gt;Mar 11 Chris-Rorie / &lt;strike&gt;Jon-Gigi&lt;/strike&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Mar 18 Errol-Miggie&lt;br /&gt;Mar 25 &lt;strike&gt;Marco-Laksmi&lt;/strike&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Jun 05 Voopee-Mich&lt;br /&gt;Nov -- &lt;strike&gt;Henry-MM&lt;/strike&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Dec 02 &lt;strike&gt;Zaldy-Ai&lt;/strike&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Dec 16 Franz-Che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dec 22 &lt;strike&gt;Jenner-Ally&lt;/strike&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Dec 29 Mark-Coco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 20 Cook-Karen&lt;br /&gt;Sep 01 Reuben-Liezl&lt;br /&gt;Sep 08 Koko-Jing&lt;br /&gt;Nov 24 Jay-Cathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jan 05 Jewel-Maricel&lt;br /&gt;Dec 20 Justin-Nadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;May 30 Mike-Chinkie&lt;br /&gt;Nov 22 Chuck-Joyce***&lt;br /&gt;Dec 11 Larry-Gey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jan 17 Deo-Juna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wasn't able to attend because both weddings for the day happened simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;**wasn't able to attend because of some reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;***wasn't able to attend because it happened in California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-1761033077068657143?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1761033077068657143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/01/p-ikaw-lang-ang-kakilala-kong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/1761033077068657143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/1761033077068657143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/01/p-ikaw-lang-ang-kakilala-kong.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-3981476025180983382</id><published>2007-01-24T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:48:54.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Realizations Come To Long Unanswered Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Because forgetting someone is not exactly an easy thing to do... The more we force it to happen, the more we remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's difficult to "un-believe" something we truly believed in in the first place... And only the passing of time will heal and make you understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not really about forgetting and "un-believing"... But accepting... And remembering things that really mattered... Things learned from that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody really wants to get hurt anymore... And yet we know it's an essential part of learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-3981476025180983382?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3981476025180983382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpected-realizations-come-to-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3981476025180983382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/3981476025180983382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpected-realizations-come-to-long.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-8566054998504049832</id><published>2007-01-12T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:50:45.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will I See You Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arya: &lt;em&gt;Tomorrow may see us together again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eragon: &lt;em&gt;Then I'll be waiting for tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saphira: &lt;em&gt;Tomorrow may come sooner than you think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-8566054998504049832?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-116438394335749764</id><published>2006-11-24T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:51:33.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Capable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not always that easy to distinguish the good guys from the bad guys. Sinners can surprise you and the same is true for saints. Why do we try to define people as simply good or simply evil? Because no one wants to admit that compassion and cruelty can live side by side in one heart... And that anyone is capable of doing anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Desperate Housewives, Season 2, Episode 10-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-116438394335749764?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116438394335749764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-always-that-easy-to-distinguish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116438394335749764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116438394335749764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-always-that-easy-to-distinguish.html' title='Capable'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-116411424017119511</id><published>2006-11-21T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:53:06.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Best, What Is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's hard to hurt someone you love.. yes.. especially if you know that you didn't love him enough (or so you think...).. especially if you know that he loved you more than enough.. especially if you had the happiest times with him.. it's hard to let go.. and you cannot, in any way, make him understand enough why... love wasn't made to be simple at all times.. i thought twas the love that two people shared which was enough.. in the end, i realize that the happiness of the people around you mattered as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later, the time comes when we all must become responsible adults and learn to give up what we want, so we can choose to do what is right. Of course, a lifetime of responsibility isn't always easy. And as the years go on, it's a burden that can become too heavy for some to bear. But still we try to do what is best, what is good. Not only for ourselves, but for those we love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Desperate Housewives, Season 1, Episode 13-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-116411424017119511?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116411424017119511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-hard-to-hurt-someone-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116411424017119511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116411424017119511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-hard-to-hurt-someone-you-love.html' title='What Is Best, What Is Good'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-116377140163974172</id><published>2006-11-17T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:54:12.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust is a fragile thing. Once earned, it affords us tremendous freedom. But once trust is lost, it can be impossible to recover. Of course the truth is, we never know who we can trust. Those we're closest to can betray us, and total strangers can come to our rescue. In the end, most people decide to trust only themselves. It really is the simplest way to keep from getting burned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Desperate Housewives, Season 1, Episode 10-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's impossible to grasp just how powerful love is. It can sustain us through trying times or motivate us to make extraordinary sacrifices. It can force decent men to commit the darkest deeds or compel ordinary women to search for hidden truths. And long after we're gone, love remains... burned into our memories. We all search for love, but some of us, after we found it, wish we hadn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Desperate Housewives, Season 1, Episode 14-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-116377140163974172?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116377140163974172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/trust-is-fragile-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116377140163974172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116377140163974172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/trust-is-fragile-thing.html' title='Trust &amp; Love'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-116258776553285960</id><published>2006-11-03T13:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:01:27.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder When I'll Write Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;because there's nothing much happenin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;which is an understatement, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nothing much... that i can actually write down here. lest somebody else asks me more questions that i can handle. ahhh... life. could be way, way simpler than we make of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;simple as...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;laughter with g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;breakfast with l.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;email with c.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chocolate with p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;taho party with d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kulit txt with m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cake with m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shopping with no one. hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all shall be well. and everything shall take its place. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-116258776553285960?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116258776553285960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wonder-when-ill-write-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116258776553285960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116258776553285960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wonder-when-ill-write-again.html' title='I Wonder When I&apos;ll Write Again...'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-115765974190976963</id><published>2006-09-07T14:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:57:04.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/SbqCPgQIpoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6FnXtir7rds/s1600-h/20060318b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/SbqCPgQIpoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6FnXtir7rds/s320/20060318b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312701913304180354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-115765974190976963?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/115765974190976963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/09/beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/115765974190976963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/115765974190976963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/09/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful =)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/SbqCPgQIpoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6FnXtir7rds/s72-c/20060318b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-115334737920998528</id><published>2006-06-22T08:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:59:07.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And Another Year Comes... And Goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;thanks po ulit... esp to those who always remember year after year after year... God bless all of you po. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;globe texters: molang, migiyo, errolyo, reyhun ni emep, mom, ate jane, mamang, kapatid, kuya bing, bie, tita gay, shei, chinkers, jing, jp, baby, ian, morenski, diday, &amp;amp; jojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun texters: manang &amp;amp; mich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;callers: dad, bey, che &amp;amp; ate ciel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emailers: ais, coy &amp;amp; mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatter: papi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendsters: ninia, danie, ethel, queenie &amp;amp; vivian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belated greeters: wowie &amp;amp; shellah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who weren't really sure as to which date my birthday really falls on (hehe): bammers &amp;amp; tin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most esp to those who celebrated it with me: dsg peeps, bey, migiyo, errolyo, zoe, sunday, rex &amp;amp; monico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys made it a little brighter and happier. =) cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-115334737920998528?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/115334737920998528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-another-year-comes-and-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/115334737920998528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/115334737920998528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-another-year-comes-and-goes.html' title='And Another Year Comes... And Goes...'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-115334845416868236</id><published>2006-06-20T23:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:20:10.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Keep Silent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i got nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i got nothing good to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i know what to say but i'd rather keep to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i wanna drown in my music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i have a lot of things in my mind that remain jumbled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i don't want to explain myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm worrying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm in touch with my masculine side &amp;amp; i got my own cave* that i retreat to (*Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm the quiet type of drama queen (if there is such a thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- silence is bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i observe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm stopping myself from being sarcastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm taking a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm not ready to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm starting to losing my patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'd rather hear someone else speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm being introspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'd rather not comment on what you just said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm a sponge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- there are things that you already know that i don't have to really say (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- let's see if you're gonna shift your attention to me (instead of always having it on yourself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i don't want to burden others with my cynicism or trivial thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i want to work quietly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i want to concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm not feeling well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- i'm searching for some peace (or piece) of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(this ain't really a complete list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's quite ironic, though, i think... because just when i have learned and gotten used to holding my tongue, here comes someone who's willing to give a lot of pennies just so he could hear my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-115334845416868236?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/115334845416868236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-i-keep-silent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/115334845416868236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/115334845416868236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-i-keep-silent.html' title='Why I Keep Silent'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-114986926387606951</id><published>2006-06-09T10:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:21:18.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Brought Tears To My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this is a letter which my cousin sent to me this morning. and this is the first time i heard of this story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Must tell you how sweet it was to hear your mom reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She recalled those times when you would ask her to go to SM.&lt;br /&gt;She would say, "ok but no buying anything, no toys, no food.  we will bring biscuits and i will buy a drink."&lt;br /&gt;She says she would take you and then her heart would melt.&lt;br /&gt;She would go to the plastic toy section and say "ok you choose one under 20 pesos".&lt;br /&gt;She said Me-An found a toy for 19.95 and the two of you would discuss it.&lt;br /&gt;"koko, this is ok, wala pang 20" (sorry about the illiterate tagalog).&lt;br /&gt;She said Koko found one 20.95 and he held on to it, sad to let go.&lt;br /&gt;Koko finally told Me-An, "me-an i like this one but it's over 20."&lt;br /&gt;Me-An said "it's ok, i'll give you one peso"&lt;br /&gt;Me-An gave the peso to your mom and asked if ok for koko to get his toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom had tears in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She took off her glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of pride.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooooooooo nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya,&lt;br /&gt;Ila&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-114986926387606951?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114986926387606951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-brought-tears-to-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114986926387606951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114986926387606951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-brought-tears-to-my-eyes.html' title='This Brought Tears To My Eyes'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-114848521814480171</id><published>2006-05-24T09:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:35:56.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lighter, The Darkest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For Everything I Am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Christian Bautista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I may not be beside you every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I may run out of tender words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can't promise you the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When all I have is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Only love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I may not be the one you're thinking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I may not fit your perfect dreams of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One thing I know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And you can rest assure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My love is always yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Won't you look into my eyes and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Beyond the things I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's love inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just love me for all the things I am, love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The lighter side, the darkest side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Try to love me for everything I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(repeat *, **)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You, you've been inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You've seen the darkest side of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've shown you everything I am, everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(repeat **)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The lighter side, the darkest side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Try to love me for everything I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-114848521814480171?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114848521814480171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/05/lighter-darkest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114848521814480171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114848521814480171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/05/lighter-darkest.html' title='The Lighter, The Darkest'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-114747574175602483</id><published>2006-05-12T17:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:38:02.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yeah, it's cooler. but somehow i ain't really looking forward to the rainy season. it gives me a weird feeling. last monday, the thought of being alone during a stormy night scared me. yesterday, i was just waiting for a ride to the office and i felt sad. really sad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;unusually sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i was just browsing through some blogs.. then suddenly the tears were trickling down my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i dunno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it's just different. but different is nice and makes you happy. and yet it sometimes makes you yearn for what you've been used to. even if you know that it ain't there anymore. so here you are adjusting with what's different. and it's not easy. because it makes you do things that you don't normally do. not just makes, but rather demands. which leaves you to further think if you can cope and live up to those expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but whose expectations should i satisfy? why do i feel like i'm not up to the challenge? why does it feel like every step i make is a wrong one? how come everything i do ain't enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;how can you please the two people you love most when they seem to be at opposite ends? and how difficult is it to be in their midst?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i can only do this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-114747574175602483?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114747574175602483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/05/rainy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114747574175602483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114747574175602483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/05/rainy.html' title='Rainy'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-114567099813295297</id><published>2006-04-21T19:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:39:04.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, Again, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that's 1 place off my list. #9's gonna have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; gonna end up at just one place that i've been to before. woohoo! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;good&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; great! to look at the brighter side of things. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(dsg team is going to corregidor soon! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-114567099813295297?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-114427200425406156</id><published>2006-04-05T15:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:40:56.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that's 2 places (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;off&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;) ^still on^ my list. =( #8 &amp;amp; #9 would have to wait, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i'm gonna end up going to just one place that i've been to before. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well, let's just look at the brighter side of things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-114427200425406156?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114427200425406156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/04/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114427200425406156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114427200425406156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/04/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-114349855798435443</id><published>2006-03-31T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:43:55.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in the past 3 months, i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..have been deliquent in blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..went to San Isidro, Nueva Ecija GK Batang Bayani site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..bought 3 books, all of which i've started yet not finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..got sick for 8 straight days because i got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://h1.ripway.com/smiley_mean/stuff/rasheshand.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://h1.ripway.com/smiley_mean/stuff/rashesfoot.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (thus, consumed 6 days of sick leave. the 2 remaining days were part of a weekend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..lost weight and then gained it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..bought 2 satin bags and a pair of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://h1.ripway.com/smiley_mean/stuff/silverstrappy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;strappy heels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..finally went to confession (after 3 years of not doing so).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..attended 3 weddings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/2f97&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;Romy-Harmony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/dc07&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;Chris-Rorie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/afe9&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;Errol-Miggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (more pics to follow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..consumed 5 VLs (out of 12), all of which i used for all those weddings i attended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..watched 5 or 6 movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..ate numerous brekkies after work. even a couple of dinners before work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..missed a lot of choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..had confused and pressure-laden days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..became a happy gilmoore girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..heard mass at the Edsa Shrine during a couple of special days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..went to the GK Batang Bayani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/6683&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;Heroes Dinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; at Kamay Kainan in Greenhills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..met a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://h1.ripway.com/smiley_mean/stuff/kfcftw1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;KFC full-timers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and Couple Coordinators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..encountered a problem that i thought i wouldn't go through at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..went to IO at the ABS-CBN compound for a somewhat bridal shower for miggie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..had sleepless VL nights making wedding souvenirs and misalettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..spent days and days of happiness with my 3 'bestest' friends here sa subdivision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..walked down the aisle... as maid of honor (and was, unfortunately, not that confident about it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..saw my pretty migiyo walk down the aisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..heard my migiyo! (migiyey!) and errolyo! cry out to the world how much they both love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..attended Lian's kiddie bday party in McDo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..was treated to sauna &amp;amp; massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..gave in to a request to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://h1.ripway.com/smiley_mean/stuff/beybdaypancake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;breakfast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..got a Sun sim and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://h1.ripway.com/smiley_mean/stuff/n1100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..bonded with my mom &amp;amp; bro when we all went to church, had breakfast at jollibee, had lunch at chef d'angelo, and watched a movie in smf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..stared at 2 suitcases off to chicago.. and i remembered (or missed) that feeling i had almost 2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..had thursday arguments 3 weeks in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..wore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://h1.ripway.com/smiley_mean/stuff/gk1mb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;my first GK Batang Bayani shirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..listened to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bN85GFf-FUc&amp;amp;search=corinne%20bailey%20rae" target="_blank"&gt;another fave song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wala lang! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-114349855798435443?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114349855798435443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/1st-quarter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114349855798435443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114349855798435443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/1st-quarter.html' title='1st Quarter'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-114376236307190716</id><published>2006-03-30T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:44:48.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere, Somehow =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bN85GFf-FUc&amp;amp;search=corinne%20bailey%20rae" target="_blank"&gt;Put Your Records On&lt;br /&gt;(Corinne Bailey Rae)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Three little birds, sat on my window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And they told me I don't need to worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Summer came like cinnamon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So sweet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Little girls double-dutch on the concrete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, don't you hesitate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sipping tea in the bar by the road side, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(just relax, just relax) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't you let those other boys fool you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gotta love that afro hairdo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't you think it's strange? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do what you want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You go ahead, let your hair down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just go ahead, let your hair down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-114376236307190716?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114376236307190716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/somewhere-somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114376236307190716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114376236307190716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/somewhere-somehow.html' title='Somewhere, Somehow =)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-114116468948330079</id><published>2006-02-28T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:46:28.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i thought it would've been easier the next time around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;why does it always have to be a struggle? why do you always have to fight for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;when i always end up losing (them), anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh why is nothing ever easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-114116468948330079?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/114116468948330079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-i-thought-it-wouldve-been-easier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114116468948330079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/114116468948330079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-i-thought-it-wouldve-been-easier.html' title=''/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113718342800465503</id><published>2006-01-13T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:47:10.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my ultimate dream was to sing..to be a part of a prestigious choir..to travel. a dream left unfulfilled. and the reason why i get teary-eyed when i listen to a group making beautiful music. because life is not just listening to beautiful music. but in the making of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*just a thought i had while listening to the music of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.hangad.com" target="_blank"&gt;Hangad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.upd.edu.ph/%7Emusic/new_acad_performing_madrigal.htm" target="_blank"&gt;UP Madrigal Singers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113718342800465503?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113718342800465503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-ultimate-dream-was-to-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113718342800465503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113718342800465503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-ultimate-dream-was-to-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113708092673002779</id><published>2006-01-12T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:48:05.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;listening to: hangad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eating: fish crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;drinking: iced tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thinking of: wouldn't you like to know? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;supposed to be: working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;siguro dapat may photoblog nalang ako. hehe. aint got much to write about. as they say, let em pictures speak for emselves. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/3eaa&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;a little before christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &gt;&gt; 23dec2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/2e3c&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;christmas eve &amp;amp; new year's eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/926e&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;new year's day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/fc18&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;starbucks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &gt;&gt; 07jan2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/96f6&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;lazy sunday too&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &gt;&gt; 08jan2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wanted to post this dati pa but completely forgot all about it. i just liked this song. parang christmas song pero hindi. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s31.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3EIST21GV03SX0VEDVYK6ZOMZE" target="_blank"&gt;Your Home Is In My Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Boyz II Men &amp;amp; Chante Moore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Even from across the sea (so far across the sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can hear you calling me (baby come to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Destiny controls the air (no matter where you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dream and dare to love again (your home is in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know the way I feel 'bout you won't pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh yes, it's gonna last, and stand the test of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So your search for love is about to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your future holds a place where true love begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Even from across the sea (so far across the sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can hear you calling me (baby come to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Destiny controls the air (no matter where you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dream and dare to love again (your home is in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take a romantic journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just start at the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You wonder where you're goin' till you're there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it just physical, or is it lasting love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please don't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We won't know unless we try. So far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Even from across the sea (so far across the sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can hear you calling me (baby come to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Destiny controls the air (no matter where you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dream and dare to love again (your home is in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, fly (Fly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Don't be afraid to fall) Don't be afraid to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(to love) to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Even from across the sea (so far across the sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can hear you calling me (maybe come to be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Destiny controls the air (no matter where you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dream and dare to love again (your home is in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113708092673002779?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113708092673002779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/puro-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113708092673002779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113708092673002779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2006/01/puro-pictures.html' title='Puro Pictures'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113469147359826904</id><published>2005-12-14T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:50:57.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/5670&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;sagada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &gt;&gt; 28-31 october 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/b526&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;galera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &gt;&gt; 4-6 november 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/1072&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;huling hirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &gt;&gt; 11 november 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/2e35&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;srcc.enchanted.saisaki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &gt;&gt; 09 december 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/75ca&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;info.cena.havana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &gt;&gt; 11 december 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/smiley_mean/slideshow?.dir=/fe1e&amp;amp;.src=ph" target="_blank"&gt;feeling ny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &gt;&gt; 12 december 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113469147359826904?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113469147359826904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/12/pictures-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113469147359826904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113469147359826904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/12/pictures-galore.html' title='Pictures Galore'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113396493719237139</id><published>2005-12-07T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:52:24.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Ba Ang Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;listening to: Umagang Kay Ganda (Passage) --&gt; w/c reminds me of 6-pack &amp;amp; sagada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eating: pasencia --&gt; w/c reminds me of papi jec &amp;amp; yeah, i need patience today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;still eating: haw flakes --&gt; w/c reminds me of darling mark &amp;amp; sagada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thinking of: how i'm gonna survive double shift today (9pm-6am &amp;amp; 6am-3pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;excited about: EK on friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wearing: my olive green dress &amp;amp; black roxy slippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dreamt of C the other day. he was giving me a sleeping pill. weird, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the interpretation ain't that weird, though. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sleeping - may be synonymous with death in that it beckons renewal and new beginnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pill - signifies a restoration of your inner harmony. it is a period of healing and an end to those negative ideas in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;will add more thoughts later... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113396493719237139?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113396493719237139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-ba-ang-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113396493719237139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113396493719237139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-ba-ang-christmas.html' title='Merry Ba Ang Christmas?'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113348296306893974</id><published>2005-12-01T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:00:39.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigla Ko Lang Naisip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;minsan nakapag-isip ka na. nadama mo na ang lahat ng dapat maramdaman... galit... inis... lungkot... awa sa sarili... pagkayamot... pilit na pag-iintindi... pag-unawa sa mga tila ipinahihiwatig ng mundo sa 'yo... tapos nakita mo ang mga bagay na maaari mong gawin. at ika'y nagpasya. nagkaron ng paninindigan. na para sa iyong sarili ay di na talaga maaantig pa. para sa 'yo, tapos na ang lahat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hanggang sa sabihin mo na ito sa taong maaapektuhan nito. para sa kanila, nag-uumpisa pa lang ang dapat pag-isipan. mararamdaman pa lang ang dapat maramdaman. pero pano pa? may oras ka bang binigay sa kanila? oras para mag-isip... oras para pagnilay-nilayan pa ang lahat ng narinig nila mula sa 'yo? wala. dahil inunahan mo na. tinuldukan mo na ang lahat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;pano pala ang nasasaisip ng kausap mo? sa mga oras na yun, wala na siyang magawa kundi tanggapin ang lahat. lunukin nalang ang mga salitang nais pa pala niyang sambitin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;naisip ko... tama ba yun? eh pano kung mali pala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wala lang. yun lang ang namamatyagan ko sa oras na ito. hindi sa sarili ko ah. kundi sa iba. pero maaari din palang nangyari't tapos na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;iba pala talaga pag nakikita mong nararanasan ng iba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113348296306893974?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113348296306893974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/12/bigla-ko-lang-naisip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113348296306893974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113348296306893974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/12/bigla-ko-lang-naisip.html' title='Bigla Ko Lang Naisip'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113345959499005359</id><published>2005-12-01T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:07:13.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Meantime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my officemate, Y, sent me this mp3. really like the violin parts. as in really, really like it (ewan ko lang yung lyrics ah. hehehe). =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s43.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=19GGMAW51YQAW0R9R94IL9091X" target="_blank"&gt;LISTEN - acoustic version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Stonefree)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Close the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I feel a breeze hold me please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hate to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's a cold night, turn off the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take my hand and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To these things I have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She left me, all alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Clear the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Of every memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't want our song back on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's an endless maze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Take away this haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mend my heart and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Interlude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't want you to see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just want things the way they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why is it so hard to say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wipe my tears and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So this I ask of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Until she comes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Until she comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Until she comes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Until she comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please listen and stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Until she comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Until she comes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Until she comes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;had the guts to wear this skirt again. hah! after what? 4 years! hehe. last time i remember wearing this was during my practicum days in Galleria Suites in 2001. hehe. i lost a little weight! =) wacha think, huh? rawrrrr. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl1VoYYRsJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vO2keQowUX8/s1600-h/20051201controversialskirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl1VoYYRsJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vO2keQowUX8/s400/20051201controversialskirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358533283868160146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K: bibigyan kita ng gunting ha... taasan mo pa yang slit. (taray!)&lt;br /&gt;B: ang taas naman nyan! itatahi ko yan eh! (ang lolo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;new pc &amp;amp; cellphone wallpapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/304315/current%20desktop/03desktopgeisha.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/twistedangelcrown.jpg" width="154" height="101" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113345959499005359?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113345959499005359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-meantime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113345959499005359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113345959499005359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-meantime.html' title='In The Meantime'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3hz3NF4DJro/Sl1VoYYRsJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vO2keQowUX8/s72-c/20051201controversialskirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113346021568296113</id><published>2005-11-28T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:08:25.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i was doomed to have a lonely long weekend by myself. but lo! friends were there to cheer me up. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;spent the day at A's place. then we became three. D dropped by and we had the car washed. then we went to the nearby ice cream place and i had 2 of them ice cream sandwich thingies. then we bought chicha and went to this coffee place we frequent and had fruit shakes. then there was choir practice for mass. and then the mass. then choir practice for christmas. then sisig with the whole choir. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'ere some pics during prac. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="violet is sexy, eh?" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/violetsexy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/thumbnails/violetsexy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="baby anna &amp;amp; baby me... violet-y" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/violetbabies.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/thumbnails/violetbabies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="and then there were three!" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/violet3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/thumbnails/violet3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="violet sandwich w/ pink spreading" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/violetpink.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/thumbnails/violetpink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then i slept over at A's. we got home at 11p but got to sleep at 4a. hehe. girl talk. =) the next day, we went to rodic's in UP. here's us three all excited on the way there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="me-an" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/01me-an.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/thumbnails/01me-an.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="anna" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/02anna.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/thumbnails/02anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="jp" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/03jp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/abotkamay/thumbnails/03jp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;unfortunately, because of our hunger, we totally forgot to take a picture of us eating there. hehe. then, we went shopping at the shopping center. and i got myself a UP shirt. yezzz... my first UP Diliman shirt. thrilling, getting it 4 years after graduating in 2001. teehee.=) then we watched "Chicken Little" in smf. cutesie. funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sabi ni Chicken Little, "Never give up! For every day is a new day!" and that being said after lotsa (chicken) shit has happened. hehe. BELIEVE. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh. and throughout the whole weekend pala, we three had this LSS. di kami tinantanan ng song na 'to talaga! hehe. swabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s43.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=17LZAXKFE5YGX22KTHDD3T648A" target="_blank"&gt;ABOT KAMAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Orange &amp;amp; Lemons)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nakaw tingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sumasabay sa hangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sabihin mo sa akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anong kailangan kong gawin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Upang malapitan, mamasdan,at mahawakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Taglay mong kagandahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Abot kamay ang langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gayumang taglay ng awit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Abot kamay ang langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Abot kamay ang langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Haplos na dala ng tinig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Abot kamay ang langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nais kong abutin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kislap ng mga bituin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Samyo ng umaga sa hardin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anong kailangan kong gawin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Upang malapitan,mamasdan at mahawakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Taglay mong kagandahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113346021568296113?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113346021568296113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/lss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113346021568296113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113346021568296113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/lss.html' title='LSS'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113293094091149092</id><published>2005-11-25T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:17:25.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-cried all day. yes, even sa dbase. lalong-lalo na pag may yumayakap sa 'kin. masakit na mata ko pero parang di nauubos ang luha ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-only had 2hrs of sleep + 1hr during lunchbreak = 3hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;G: musta ka na? nakatulog ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;T: 2hrs po. ang panget ko! sobra mugto mata ko! =(&lt;br /&gt;G: maganda ka pa rin! =)&lt;br /&gt;T: naks. wala ka kasi dito at di mo ko nakikita. siguro pag andito ka, asar-talo na ko. =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-friends were uber supportive. thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;P: it always is, beybi. u'll have to b strong. of course, we'll b here 4 u. =)&lt;br /&gt;J: take it eazy ayt? it'l get beter. ei u stil gt me.. try 2 c dis as a chance 2 start new thngz. itz nt always eazy bt cn b more exciting than bein stuk in sumthn dat u feel cuda bn. life gt more thngz in store, once u start 2 eaze up n see, dat it ain't dat bad&lt;br /&gt;G: i just prayd 4 u! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-got my new black roxy tsineli. (just had to add that. hehe. hey, i had to be happy about something today, eh? =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DAY 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-konting iyak pagtulog. konting iyak paggising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-C, my officemate, said my eyes were sad. guess it's true about my eyes being the windows to my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;L: dahlin, bago pa man din dumating itong sandali na 'to ipinadama ko na sa 'yo ang aking suporta. sana ay makatulong: andito lang ako. hugs, tight long hugs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-had a nice time having a few laughs &amp;amp; pics with MF &amp;amp; P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="mf &amp;amp; tonya" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9352.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="tonya &amp;amp; yahpee" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9353.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="yahpee!" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9354.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="nakasimangot ka nalang palagi..." href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9355.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="tonya &amp;amp; yahpee again" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9356.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="yahpee &amp;amp; mf" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9357.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="nyarmux =)" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9358.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="tabachingching" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9359.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="wala lang" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9361.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="wala lang din" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9362.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="tonya &amp;amp; yahpee" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9364.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="tonya &amp;amp; mf" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9367.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="yup.. yup.. yahpeeeeee!" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9370.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="lovely, lovely friends" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9374.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="gusto mo agawin sandwich ko?!" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/IMG_9377.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/IMG_9377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="ganda ng sarong ko noh?" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/STE_9384.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/wethree20051122/thumbnails/STE_9384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-my wishlist for the kris kringle is a problem. deadline is friday and i can't think of anything to ask for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-EK kami sa dec 9!! yey! (r &amp;amp; r ng dept namin) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DAY 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-first thought upon waking up: "pwede ba matulog nalang forever?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-first lyrics on my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;where do you go when you're lonely?&lt;br /&gt;where do you go when you're blue?&lt;br /&gt;where do you go when you're lonely?&lt;br /&gt;i'll follow you&lt;br /&gt;when the stars go blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s49.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3HYG4CH1BSJM829YSUBOLSOBPZ" target="_blank"&gt;-when the stars go blue (tyler hilton &amp;amp; bethany joy lenz)-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-wearing what i now call my "orange &amp;amp; lemons" skirt. not the band, ah. just pertaining to the colors. =)  i like it. and so do most of the people who get to see me wearing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="me in my orange &amp;amp; lemons skirt" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/orangelemons1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/thumbnails/orangelemons1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-excited about kris kringle today. i got cadbury chocettes for the "round &amp;amp; chewy" category. yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="looking for trash... este... for my gift in the kris kringle box" href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/orangelemons2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/thumbnails/orangelemons2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DAY 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-only had 4 hrs of sleep because i was out window-shopping for what i wanted to include in my wishlist for the kris kringle. came up with 2. yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-P &amp;amp; G keeping me company thru text. you guys just make me smile. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-it's thanksgiving... i am thankful for... mmm... hmmm... mmm... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-i've been listening to "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s49.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1GYYXUHWZMIMA0F1R0JI94K2WX" target="_blank"&gt;my humps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"  (by black eyed peas) the whole day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-my custom message in gtalk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if we lose something, we lose it for a reason. that reason might be hard to understand, but whatever it is... we just have to believe that God takes away when He has something better to give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-mejo nakakastress itong si B! aaaggghhh! hehe. i'm not arguing with you! =) B never fails to exasperate and amuse me at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-MF &amp;amp; P off to galera after work. felt the loneliness again. when at the verge of tears, i just will myself hard not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-ate half of my pringles. my official snack when depressed. makes me stop &amp;amp; think that i can't really "afford" to stay depressed. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;DAY 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-waking up this week hasn't been a get-up-and-go-go-go thing. but initially a 5-minute-sadness-and-then-a-what's-there-to-look-forward-to-today? thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-first lyrics on my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;without me&lt;br /&gt;how can you live&lt;br /&gt;without me&lt;br /&gt;my world is gone&lt;br /&gt;and you carry on&lt;br /&gt;without me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s49.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2BBEU0YHOK8BV3AHJ4ME3CGU3B" target="_blank"&gt;-without me (clair marlo)-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-perhaps, 7 ain't really my number. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-MB texted. and i gave in to my sadness. allowed myself a few tears. i remember the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5-minute crying rule&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (that during such difficult and depressing times, you only allow yourself to cry 5 minutes during the day) and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you decide to smile rule&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (that it is not about moods. you have a choice whether to smile or frown at the start of the day). i cry for less than 5. i decide to smile. =) ey, not bad. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you see, nothing is ever easy. and you don't always get what you would really love to have. or even do whatever it is you want to do. and things are not always what they appear to be. and i can't say that i make all the right decisions... but you just gotta try. really try. a step at a time. a day at a time. then, you just have to keep the faith. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113293094091149092?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113293094091149092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-at-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113293094091149092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113293094091149092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-at-time.html' title='A Day At A Time'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113253411276309416</id><published>2005-11-19T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:19:51.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Over The...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God's way of saying, "everything's gonna be alright..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/rainbow1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/thumbnails/rainbow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/rainbow2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/thumbnails/rainbow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/rainbow3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/thumbnails/rainbow3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113253411276309416?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113253411276309416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/somewhere-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113253411276309416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113253411276309416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/somewhere-over.html' title='Somewhere Over The...'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113227158977043952</id><published>2005-11-17T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:20:49.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if only i could speak to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if only i could listen to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;if only i could face you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but i fear nothing but the words that might hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;words that might make the current wounds deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;words that might destroy all the good things shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sometimes it's easier to just turn away rather than to face things head-on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113227158977043952?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113227158977043952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/turn-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113227158977043952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113227158977043952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/turn-away.html' title='Turn Away'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113142129390999154</id><published>2005-11-07T20:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:33:53.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conquer &amp; Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if there's one thing i learned during the past 2 weeks, it's this: "kapag gusto, maraming paraan.." it's how you don't give up just because there seems to be a lot of factors stopping you from getting there. it's going beyond your comfort zone, walking the extra mile, surpassing uncertainties, overcoming murphy's law, having patience, listening to friends edging you on, being a bit reckless, BELIEVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i conquered sagada. i conquered galera. not in the usual conditions that would normally make me go. but i did it, anyway. because i really wanted to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the same goes with the person you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for almost 3 years, i have held on. only God knows why. perhaps, despite all my complaining, i just didn't want to give up. perhaps, i just simply believed. believed that this was just a test for 2 people who, deep inside, really loved each other but were too afraid to conquer their fears of the uncertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there were times when i thought that i was weak of heart. but to have someone tell you that he didn't love you (because he was leaving).. to travel 10,000 miles to have someone tell you that he didn't love you.. to experience a night of unbridled bliss and, yes, have someone tell you that he didn't love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if there's one thing that really hurts, it's being denied the love that you actually see &amp;amp; feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i, myself, have denied it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;call me foolish, call me stupid. call me whatever names you can think of. i never gave up (even though i thought i did). i believed (even though i thought i have stopped doing so). because i really wanted to (even though i kept saying otherwise). i put up a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i thought i conquered distance. i thought i conquered love. i didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yet, i have loved well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was never good in letting go of things.. of people. especially those who have been closest to my heart. but perhaps, it is now time to do so. i am not doing this because i really want to. but because i have to. it is never easy to fight for something all by yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to all the people who have believed and continue to believe, to those who only have words of encouragement for us, to each and every one who have prayed for us, thank you po. i know you see things that i don't. at alam kong kulang nalang pag-untugin nyo talaga kami dahil kami nalang ang hindi naniniwala (kahit na buong mundo na nga ang nagsasabi). perhaps, this is how things should be. i hope you continue to include me in your prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to you... thank you for teaching me to love in a way that i never thought i could. you made everything brighter, easier, happier. thank you for saying that i was unique and beautiful (even if you were sober then.. uhh.. soberydrunk. =)). thank you for those unsaid words. thank you for that twinkle in your eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;badong used to tell me that you can move on without having to let go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i say, i have to let go so that i can move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113142129390999154?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113142129390999154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/conquer-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113142129390999154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113142129390999154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/11/conquer-learn.html' title='Conquer &amp; Learn'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113011371443573282</id><published>2005-10-23T19:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:25:37.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraicheur Instantanee*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;can't seem to take the smile off my face. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mmmm! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*instant refreshment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113011371443573282?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113011371443573282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/fraicheur-instantanee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113011371443573282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113011371443573282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/fraicheur-instantanee.html' title='Fraicheur Instantanee*'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-113011583173266951</id><published>2005-10-23T18:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:26:54.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;29 oct - hibernation saturday...hindi ako makakasama sa sagada.=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;30 oct - lazy sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;31 oct - special non-working holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;01 nov - special non-working holiday - all saints' day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;02 nov - huwaat? may pasok?? (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;03 nov - huwaat? may pasok ulit?? (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;04 nov - special non-working holiday - eid'l fitr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;05 nov - gimik sabaday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;06 nov - outing sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;07 nov - vl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;08 nov - vl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;09 nov - vl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;10 nov - vl!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;11 nov - vl!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;12 nov - *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;13 nov - hangover sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-113011583173266951?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/113011583173266951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/take-me-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113011583173266951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/113011583173266951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/take-me-away.html' title='Take Me Away!'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112932649413055034</id><published>2005-10-14T15:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:27:35.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastercard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;now what if my credit card looked like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="pic taken from www.gothic-iowegian.com" href="http://www.blogger.com/gothic-iowegian.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/themastercard.jpg" border="0" width="325" height="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hehehe.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;looks familiar, huh? (hint: look at the left sidebar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112932649413055034?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112932649413055034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/mastercard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112932649413055034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112932649413055034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/mastercard.html' title='Mastercard'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112912845289271861</id><published>2005-10-12T08:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:28:56.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://sundrenched.blogdrive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;eLa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://sundrenched.blogdrive.com/archive/120.html" target="_blank"&gt;a-moment-of-weakness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; bug bit me.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/FR/FRE/FreeThePain/1128189514_Calm.JPG" alt="Calm" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dominant Personality&lt;/b&gt;: Calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Traits&lt;/b&gt;: You prefer to be exclusive,&lt;br /&gt;limiting yourself to only a few good friends&lt;br /&gt;that you've probably known for a long time. You&lt;br /&gt;don't date around either; you settle down with&lt;br /&gt;one guy, and you never get used to heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bad Traits&lt;/b&gt;: You're someone who doesn't want&lt;br /&gt;to be bothered with everyone else's problems.&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather kick back and enjoy life at a slow&lt;br /&gt;pace. You tend to fall behind and procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;from being too laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;People see you as&lt;/b&gt;: Shy, slow to catch on,&lt;br /&gt;and a daydreamer. People think you're in your&lt;br /&gt;own little world and are tenative to approach&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Most Like&lt;/b&gt;: Fear. You distance&lt;br /&gt;yourself from the people who aren't in your&lt;br /&gt;circle. The difference is that you aren't&lt;br /&gt;paranoid about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Need More&lt;/b&gt;: Understanding. There are&lt;br /&gt;other people out there worth knowing. It's okay&lt;br /&gt;to broaden your variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/FreeThePain/quizzes/What%27s%20your%20dominant%20trait%3F%20%2810%20unique%20results%29/"&gt; What's your dominant trait? (10 unique results)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112912845289271861?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112912845289271861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112912845289271861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112912845289271861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112855312163553132</id><published>2005-10-05T16:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:29:46.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Love Do What Love Will Let</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SHOW YOU LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Jars of Clay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and say the words that no one else will ever say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;love like the world we know is over in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm gonna show you love in every language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm gonna speak with words that need no form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm gonna give you what you never had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and you're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i am weakened by the force of your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so shine bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to separate the truth from the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm gonna show you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;what you never had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so tie me to a tree and let the smoke and ash collect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;no, i won't regret to let love do what love will let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and you can drown in mixed emotions and walk across an angry sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this is the cost of being free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[CHORUS 2x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm gonna show you love, love in every language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm gonna show you love you never had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm gonna show you love, love in every language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm gonna show you love you never had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm gonna show you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112855312163553132?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112855312163553132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-love-do-what-love-will-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112855312163553132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112855312163553132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-love-do-what-love-will-let.html' title='Let Love Do What Love Will Let'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112821116812998594</id><published>2005-10-01T17:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:31:04.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a part of a song. (that's been in my head since yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And my lifetime flies but we'll fly farther&lt;br /&gt;Into the night where the eyes of loneliness can never bother&lt;br /&gt;All our dreams of together uneclipsed by never never&lt;br /&gt;And my time flies it's in your eyes, but we'll fly farther&lt;br /&gt;--Fly Farther, Jars of Clay--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;No eye has seen,&lt;br /&gt;No ear has heard,&lt;br /&gt;No mind can know,&lt;br /&gt;What God has prepared for those who love Him.&lt;br /&gt;--1 Cor 2:9--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Show you love.&lt;br /&gt;--another Jars of Clay song--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;looking like a zombie with make-up still on my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;enjoying my 3rd stick of... turones de casuy (waddya think, eh? =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;drowning in my 3rd cup of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;head throbbing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eyes drooping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;muscles aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;feeling bad about something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thinking, thinking, thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;only three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;three hours of sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;three weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;three people going south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;only me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112821116812998594?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112821116812998594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/only-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112821116812998594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112821116812998594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/only-three.html' title='Only Three'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112819385211611278</id><published>2005-10-01T12:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:34:58.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as if it wasn't enough to have a different friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;here goes saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*got home early at 12nn. (i say early because for the past few weeks, i think i went home between 3pm - 7pm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*i had kare-kare for lunch. (it's not something that my mom cooks all the time. made esp for dad--yup, his favorite. it's his last day here in the pi today.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*slept at 130pm. (i sleep between 3 and 6pm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*woke up at 515pm. (i hibernate and wake up at 6am the next day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*went to mass (i do this on sunday afternoons.)... w/ the family (i go to mass alone. serve with the choir.)... at the church in tungko (i go to fairview.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*i had dinner. we went to jollibee!!! (i don't eat dinner on saturdays. that's because i'm busy hibernating.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*i'm still awake at 2am...3am...4am... (hibernation is gone...gone...gone...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;so what's there to do at 2am? this is soooo different. my friends must be squirming in their seats right now. this is soooo not me. hehe. believe it or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://host.picturewizard.com/2005-5/304316/solo/solocollage.jpg" width="325" height="212" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yup, i put make-up. yup, i took pictures. yup, mejo may mga pimples ako ngayon. yup, i can't believe that a cellphone camera can be that clear. hehe. and yup, i'm still awake. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112819385211611278?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112819385211611278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/different-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112819385211611278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112819385211611278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/10/different-saturday.html' title='Different Saturday'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112723057195083241</id><published>2005-09-20T09:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:37:27.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...I had to look strong, I had to believe and pretend that I am strong, so that later on strength would get into me. I had to have faith that I could carry on, so that I would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever you long for life without difficulties, remember that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"I have fought a good fight,&lt;br /&gt;I have finished the race,&lt;br /&gt;I have kept the faith."&lt;br /&gt;-2 Timothy 4:7-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Freedom Ianfe P. Navidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Raison D'Etre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Palladium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(The Official Publication of the Ateneo School of Law)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;September 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112723057195083241?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112723057195083241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/reason-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;unless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are in the same line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112722994882034254?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112722994882034254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/makes-sense-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112722994882034254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112722994882034254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/makes-sense-to-me.html' title='Makes Sense To Me'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112672234872018179</id><published>2005-09-14T12:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:40:21.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we must love one another... or die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;don't give up. don't lose hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112672234872018179?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112665845807164512</id><published>2005-09-13T18:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:41:49.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Entries Beyond Yonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;EMERALD EYES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;13 September 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the green-eyed monster. i just don't get it. why is it so easy with others? and yet so hard to do for me? is that tantamount to saying that i am less important? or is it just so difficult to put in words? why? why am i feeling this? ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;PET PEEVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;13 September 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i never really realized this until now. triggering factor last sunday. ayoko ng pinagpapasa-pasahan ako ng mga tao. ayoko ng pinapasa ako sa iba. kung hindi talaga, wag pagpilitan diba? i remember b1 &amp;amp; b2 convincing each other kung sino ang sasama sa 'kin dun sa isang ride. i remember d1 passing on my number to d2. i remember..blah, blah, blah. hehe.=) kung ayaw mu, eh di wag mu.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;BETTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;08 September 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm better today! yey! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SILLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;07 September 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i feel silly. you give something. you sense that it's not really wanted or accepted. you take it back. it's silly, really. but i miss it. but maybe it's supposed to be that way. i hate being misunderstood. esp if i didn't really mean anything about it. and yet... is it you? or is it me? what am i missing here? sorry ha. di ko lang talaga gets yung reaction (or the lack of it. i dunno...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112665845807164512?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112665845807164512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/entries-beyond-yonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112665845807164512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112665845807164512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/entries-beyond-yonder.html' title='Entries Beyond Yonder'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112601515566814061</id><published>2005-09-06T06:46:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:19:49.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stirring The Waters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if you don't want to change anything, then just say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; my big mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112601515566814061?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112601515566814061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/stirring-waters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112601515566814061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112601515566814061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/stirring-waters.html' title='Stirring The Waters'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112595899752520184</id><published>2005-09-05T16:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:23:29.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Saw Blue Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this song seems sad. and yet not so. nostalgic. it makes you wanna cry. but no. it makes you grateful. it makes you remember. or yearn for something more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envisioned it to something similar to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ladyjayes.com/secretthoughts.html" target="_blank" title="click me!"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, which i found on the web. more of the scene in My Girl with the view of the lake from the tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Weeping willow with your tears running down, why do you always weep and frown? Is it because he left you one day? Is it because he could not stay? On your branches he would swing, do you long for the happiness that day would bring? He found shelter in your shade. You thought his laughter would never fade. Weeping willow, stop your tears. There is something to calm you fears. You think death has ripped you forever apart. But I know he'll always be in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112595899752520184?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112595899752520184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/never-saw-blue-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112595899752520184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112595899752520184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/09/never-saw-blue-like-that.html' title='Never Saw Blue Like That'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112545715607734290</id><published>2005-08-30T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:26:38.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Substance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really would've wanted to post something of substance here. but all i could come up with is my realization about using black shampoo and black conditioner (yup, i used both the first time yesterday). it really looks yucky. hehe. black goo, awrayt. oh, i wonder if it's got an effect on my brain as well (ain't seem to be working today eh). hehe. anyhoo, i hope it brings good results though. to my hair ok. not the brain. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;survey nalang tayo. 40 questions. (hmm.. may wrong questions kaya dito? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick 1 of your scars out now. How did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;right knee. i think i just tripped and fell on rocky ground. oooh. blood dripping down to my feet. freaked me out. i hate the sight of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's on the walls of your room?&lt;br /&gt;just shelves for my books &amp;amp; photo albums. oh, and a smiley wall clock (which is forever set at 1040. hehe. i always forget to change the batteries.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you rather play or watch football?&lt;br /&gt;i'll just watch it, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What sport would you say you're good at?&lt;br /&gt;wrong question! hehehe. fishing kaya? nyuknyuknyuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your worst nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;make it plural. nightmares. whenever someone (or something) tries to stop me from waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Apples or oranges?&lt;br /&gt;oranges. apple pag pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Grapes or watermelon?&lt;br /&gt;grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wolves or tigers?&lt;br /&gt;tigers. i love hobbes. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What sort of music do you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;a little of everything. yes, even opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever written poetry?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you remember birthdays?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you know what time you were born?&lt;br /&gt;1125pm? but twas dst then. so, 0025 the next day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's your fave phrase to use?&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, right" "wehhh"... i think i need help with this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you a sweet person?&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to think so, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What were you doing before you started filling this in?&lt;br /&gt;working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite gum?&lt;br /&gt;dentyne ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Fave chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;snickers, crispy m&amp;amp;m's, ferrero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Fave candy?&lt;br /&gt;gummi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Chocolate or vanilla ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is the first thing you notice on someone? (opposite gender)&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. basta kung mukha shang mabait o hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's your fav smell?&lt;br /&gt;smell ng kape. hehe. ralph lauren romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Fave sound that you hear often?&lt;br /&gt;i was about to say the sound of my phone but then it just beeps once when i have a message. so that ain't my favorite sound then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;that my hair still smells nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever slept with a stuffed animal?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. my lil iskubidu. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What's the name of the stuffed animal?&lt;br /&gt;iskubidu nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who was your first crush when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;this guy who has a name similar to my first bf's name. hehe. i-connect daw ba? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What kind of hair do you like on the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;kahit ano. basta neat at carry nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who out of ur friends (same gender) have you known the longest?&lt;br /&gt;uhh... ula escudero, i think. classmate in grade 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Sunrise or sunset?&lt;br /&gt;both. yeah, beach setting as well. o kahit sa tuktok ng bundok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Where can you see urself being proposed to/at?&lt;br /&gt;oh i dunno. surprise me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Movies?&lt;br /&gt;amelie, life is beautiful, the sound of music, the godfather series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where can you see urself goin for your honeymooon?&lt;br /&gt;europe, in my dreams. =) anywhere quiet and peaceful and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Can you play an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;can i just sing? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Band/s?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What kind of books do you like to read?&lt;br /&gt;those by paulo coelho. uhm, calvin &amp;amp; hobbes. harry potter. i try to read different types of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like poetry?&lt;br /&gt;yup. wag lang gamitin na pang-bola, please. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How do you like your coffee?&lt;br /&gt;depending on availability. pag tipong starbucks, i like it cold (venti light rhumba or mocha frappucino). pag hindi, kahit 3-in-1 ok sa kin. pag hindi pa rin, sige, coffee with 1 tsp sugar lang. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112545715607734290?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112545715607734290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/black-substance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112545715607734290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112545715607734290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/black-substance.html' title='Black Substance'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112545435535515818</id><published>2005-08-28T22:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:27:28.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...lazy sunday mornings&lt;br /&gt;...sweet corn for breakfast (lolz. sweet ba yun?!)&lt;br /&gt;...misery loves company (2 weeks ago, we two! now, we three!)&lt;br /&gt;...yoda talk (do something different, we must!)&lt;br /&gt;...wrong question!&lt;br /&gt;...synchronized crap&lt;br /&gt;...old flame (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;...cho-kiss carrot cake (sayang di ko nakain. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;...misa sa sto. domingo (ano daw sabi sa homily?)&lt;br /&gt;...ikot sa intramuros&lt;br /&gt;...siomai mami siopao walrus sa ongpin&lt;br /&gt;...fish tayo! (may sakit na nga't lahat eh. ;))&lt;br /&gt;...shempre aalagaan kta. what are friends for(ced)? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112545435535515818?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112545435535515818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/priceless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112545435535515818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112545435535515818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112545184837872565</id><published>2005-08-25T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:28:20.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music To My Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OM: may hapening b kna lawrence sa sat?&lt;br /&gt;GC: mern.=)&lt;br /&gt;OM: imbitado ako?=)&lt;br /&gt;GC: naman, sixpacker ka n rn e.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(read: lalaki na daw ako! hahahaha! ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww.. love ko boyfriends ko. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112545184837872565?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112545184837872565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/music-to-my-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112545184837872565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112545184837872565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/music-to-my-ears.html' title='Music To My Ears'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112501738623059741</id><published>2005-08-24T18:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:29:46.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;JOLLIBEE? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang araw nalang...&lt;br /&gt;darating nanaman...&lt;br /&gt;ang araw, lulubog...&lt;br /&gt;bukas, mabubusog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WEDDING DAZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 mar 2005 ibarra-ethel --&gt; secondary sponsor (cord)&lt;br /&gt;08 oct 2005 jojo-acel    --&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;25 feb 2006 romy-harmony --&gt; bridesmaid&lt;br /&gt;11 mar 2006 chris-rorie  --&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;18 mar 2006 errol-miggie --&gt; maid of honor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19 YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM: its amusing 2 knw dat nly aftr 19yrs dd i find out dat my crush during my childhood yrs actly hd a crush on me as wel.hehe.=) nw der r no regrets. (bec i knw 4 a fact dat m btr off w/o hm &amp;amp; dat he's jst hs old bolero self.=)) jst sumthn 2 learn frm i ges.=) kya pla namimikon sha noh? haha. bulok pla style nya.=) sbi lng nya ang sungit ko dw. yes, i startd early. 9yrs old! haha!=) eh ano b nkkatakot s kn?=) at kelangn tlga mlaman ko aftr 19yrs? hehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GC: d lng sya para syo. ung para syo gnigiftwrap p, coming soon (o wat a cliche, pro 22o) =) as 4 knwing jst nw, jst rmember dat old sying: 4 evry leaf dat falls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112501738623059741?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112501738623059741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112501738623059741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112501738623059741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112475636266765581</id><published>2005-08-22T18:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:30:16.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh my poor blog...&lt;br /&gt;still nothing new...&lt;br /&gt;neglected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh poor me...&lt;br /&gt;still sick...&lt;br /&gt;neglected(?)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112475636266765581?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112475636266765581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/neglected.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112475636266765581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112475636266765581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/08/neglected.html' title='Neglected'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112172489952818667</id><published>2005-07-18T16:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:31:06.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaker =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sabi ng seatmate ko ganito daw ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://crass.on.ru/flash/you_broke_my_heart.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;click me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz! i think it's so cute and funny! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ey! i ain't no heartbreaker! hehe. must be the other way round, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuninuninuninoo. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112172489952818667?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112172489952818667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/heartbreaker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112172489952818667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112172489952818667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/heartbreaker.html' title='Heartbreaker =)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112172599450508623</id><published>2005-07-18T09:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:32:25.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweeter Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Ulysses cut a powerful figure as he stood on the deck of his great ship. The afternoon sun shimmered off the water as he strode about the ship with grace and dignity. Ulysses' every move was carefully observed by the helmsman who labored long and hard for nothing more than the approving eye of his noble captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Steady as she goes!" Ulysees boomed, his voice filling the salty air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir!" was the helmsman's ready reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving the command, the captain turned his iron gaze to the starboard side where land was just now coming into view. Neither the screeching gulls overhead, nor the rhythmic splash of water against the ship's side, diverted Ulysses' attention from what lay just ahead. The smell of the adventure was in the air; everything was just as Ulysses liked it. Then, amidst his reverie came a voice arresting his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Captain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noble leader quickly turned to find a worried seaman, eyes filled with trepidation and lips rattling in anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Captain!" He again blared, his whole face ablaze with horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Settle down!" Ulysses softly commanded, "Take a deep breath and tell me what's the matter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire crew within earshot had stopped and gathered round to hear the outcome of this all-important conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...we...ah...!" he stuttered, "well...uh...you see, sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses grabbed him by the collar, yanked him within inches of his furrowed brow and demanded, "Come on lad, if you value your life, speak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama built as the petrified first mate raised a quivering finger due north and stuttered, "The Sirens, sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses' face drew tight and a woeful sigh was heard about the ship. The Siren mermaids were just ahead, ready to sing their irresistably enchanting song and cause the bewitched sailors to steer their vessel onto the rocks. The song of the Sirens was so sweet, so alluring, no red-blooded man could resist it. Ulysses had to act quickly -- while wisdom still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those devilish mermaids won't get us!" he announced to his fearful crew. "That's right! That lovely, luscious, melodious music played by those beautiful mermaids won't have its way with us. No shipwreck for us today, lads!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even as Ulysses pondered the intoxicating music, he felt his wisdom slipping. He was gripped by a magnetic urge to hear just a short strain of the legendary song of the mermaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe we could try and miss the rocks? NO!" He chided himself, "NO! It does this to all captains who pass by. They all think they can resist, but then they lose their senses and follow the sweet music to their deaths upon the jagged rocks, while the mermaids scoff from above. NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses ran to the bow of the ship, turned and bellowed for all the crewmen to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are mere men, unable to resist the promise of sweet love in the mermaids' song. The Sirens have baited every ship before us with their songs, and every time the ships have crashed against the rocks upon which the Sirens sit. But not this time, my friends. We will not fall to their temptation; indeed, we will not even allow ourselves to be tempted!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want every sailor to take some of this beeswax and put it in your ears so you can hear nothing. And tie me to the mast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His crew looked at each other in bewilderment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You heard me!" He shouted again, "Tie me to the mast! And tie me tight and fast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun angrily beat down as the disciplined crew rushed about the ship responding to Ulysses' orders. And none too soon had they crammed the wax into their ears and finished tying their Captain to the mast, but the beautiful and intoxicating love song of the Siren mermaids began to softly fill the air. The Sirens' song, in all its passion and wonder, greeted the ship across the water as a warm fire greets cold hands on a winter's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew was oblivious -- all except Ulysses who, while tied to the mast, had no wax to stop the music. Ulysses' blood ran hot with passion. "Untie me!" he screamed in anguish, "Please untie me! I command you to untie me...please, I beg you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the crewmen could not hear and had been commanded not to read his lips. The song grew louder and lovelier, and Ulysses groaned with sheer physical desire. He then began to scream like a madman for someone to heed his orders and turn the ship towards the source of that sweet, lustful music. Ulysses theatened the plank, Cyclops feedings, and various other forms of torture as the ship passed the Sirens' rocky coastline, and then finally beyond the reach of their song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exhausted Ulysses, his face a deep scarlet from the struggle, finally was untied and fell limp upon the ship's deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" he moaned with his remaining strength, "Why does it seem that the things I desire most in this life lead to my destruction? Why must I be restrained from something so beautiful? The mast is my savior this day from my headlong craving for that sweet but deadly song of the Siren mermaids!"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--*--*--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not far behind the ship of Ulysses came another great ship. These sailors also realized the dangers of the Sirens and the rocks upon which they sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Captain Orpheus," the first mate enthusiastically declared, "the sweet song of the Sirens lies just ahead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that announcement, the crew cheered and the great Orpheus smiled. All around the ship, crewmen's voices rang with excitement. The part of the voyage that they longed for was soon at hand. In fact, there were some on the ship who had come along just to hear the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a knowing smile, the dauntless Captain received a beautifully adorned case from his cabin boy. The acclaimed Orpheus carefully removed the priceless instrument as the crewmen stood nearby with bated breath. Then, with princely grace, he lifted the instrument above his head with a gesture of victory, while the crew around him whistled with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Play it, Captain!" cheered the helmsman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, great Captain Orpheus, play it!" whooped the enthusiastic first mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All eyes were transfixed upon their hero. Captain Orpheus took his stance and began to masterfully play the most perfect music men's ears have ever heard. Each crewman  became lost in the reverie of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All too soon the Siren coastline was out of sight and the Master musician concluded the song that he himself had composed. Not a single man aboard ship was tempted by the Sirens' melody. In fact, no one even noticed it. Though the mermaids' music was alluring and sweet, the superb Orpheus played for his crew...a sweeter song.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--*--*--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of us who have spent years tied to the mast and for those of us who couldn't bear the allurement and crashed against the rocks, it's time to set sail to a different tune.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Richard Lattimore, Homer's Odyssey (New York: Harper and Row Publishers, Inc., 1950), 189-190.&lt;br /&gt;**Facts on File Encyclopedia of World Mythology and Legend, s.v."Orpheus."&lt;br /&gt;***Eric &amp;amp; Leslie Ludy, When God Writes Your Love Story (Oregon: Loyal Publishing, Inc., 1999), 33.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112172599450508623?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112172599450508623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweeter-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112172599450508623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112172599450508623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweeter-song.html' title='The Sweeter Song'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112127844316278095</id><published>2005-07-13T12:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:33:10.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;like this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;INSIDE YOUR HEAVEN&lt;br /&gt;(Carrie Underwood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been down, now I'm blessed&lt;br /&gt;I felt a revelation comin around&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's right it's so amazing&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see you, Im alive&lt;br /&gt;You're all I've got to lift me up&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;br /&gt;When the storm blows your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the earth that holds you&lt;br /&gt;Every bit of air you're breathing in&lt;br /&gt;A soothing wind&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we touch, when we love&lt;br /&gt;The stars line up, the wrong becomes undone&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, my soul surrenders&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When minutes turn to days and years&lt;br /&gt;If mountains fall I'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;Holding you until the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;br /&gt;When the storm blows your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna be inside your heaven (wanna be inside)&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place you cry from&lt;br /&gt;When the storm blows your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/specials/magic_of_ordinary_days/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Magic of Ordinary Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112127844316278095?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112101147193875444</id><published>2005-07-10T09:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:34:06.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacha Taking Me For? Granted?! (hehehe) =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BIG YELLOW TAXI&lt;br /&gt;(Counting Crows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum&lt;br /&gt;And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about spots on my apples,&lt;br /&gt;Leave me the birds and the bees&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, they paved paradise to put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door slam&lt;br /&gt;And a big yellow taxi took my girl away&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't it always seem to go&lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise to put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Paved paradise and put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna giving it all away&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;I should wanna give it&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna giving it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, paved paradise to put up a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yup, i just watched 2 Weeks Notice on cable. =) i've had the song in my head since sunday, though. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112101147193875444?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112101147193875444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/wacha-taking-me-for-granted-hehehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112101147193875444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112101147193875444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/07/wacha-taking-me-for-granted-hehehe.html' title='Wacha Taking Me For? 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(hehehe) =)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-112111125137263400</id><published>2005-06-26T10:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:34:50.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/india.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found beauty in it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how small or how simple it looks in actuality... it sure made the dreary, rainy and floody night into a brilliantly, starry one! =) thanks po! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-112111125137263400?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/112111125137263400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112111125137263400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/112111125137263400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank You =)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111924260328024143</id><published>2005-06-19T22:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:35:44.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Of Fear (&amp; how Batman made me laugh! =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;backtrack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 16 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno about other people, but i sometimes have this tendency to think ahead and burst my bubble. yung tipong pinapangunahan mo na even when it hasn't happened yet. it could be woman's intuition or just plain paranoia. i dunno. or perhaps just a way of staying grounded and not keeping my hopes too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's 3pm and i'm wide awake. sometimes i have this thing for just opening my eyes and reading text messages that come in while i'm asleep. i read em then close my eyes again. but this particular message woke me up not just literally. and i'm like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"so, that's it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (yes, just like a "light bulb moment" except that it doesn't seem like a good idea). it's not like i haven't known all this time. you know how people just take things as it is, nodding their heads in agreement without actually absorbing or understanding a single thing? and then later on, you're like, "how did i miss this?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was staring at the ceiling. still with that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"aahhh...okay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; expression on my face. then i text 3 people and tell em my thoughts. i watch the 4pm CSI: NY on AXN and eat whatever's left of my red Pringles (i think i eat this when i'm depressed. i think). only one response and i get an assurance of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"wel tsong, il pray 4 u...malakas ako kay LORD.=)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; now if only i had such confidence. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally get back to sleep after 2.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 17 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, talk about angst! i could've easily picked a fight with anyone today. it's a good thing i still had some ounce of humor left in me that my officemates and i almost always ended up laughing at my sarcasm. oh and it's a good thing they're used to me by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaarrrggghhh!!! it's eating me up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 18 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jollibee made me smile this morning. i was happily munching on my fries and burger while on my way home to Bulacan.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep, sleep, sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"gcng na bebe. punta na tayo sa fete.=)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wanted to go. or i think i didn't want to go. i dunno. i didn't want to face something. i could picture Jack Nicholson (was that in the movie A Few Good Men?) telling me (well, not me in particular. Tom Cruise or the audience, i guess), vehemently saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"You can't handle the truth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; so alright, i'll stay in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10pm, ate spaghetti (would you believe i've eaten diff kinds of spaghetti everyday this whole week? here's to living a long life, ayt!), and drank all the Coke that i wanted (go ahead. indulge, baby). staying home (and knowing that there's some party going on somewhere - which i could've actually gone to) and not being able to successfully "hibernate" just sucks. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 19 June 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing Boggle on pc makes you forget about stuff, eh? "the expert" na ko! hehe. hey, but it doesn't hide the fact that i'm bored. so i try to ym chat but the connection sucks and my chat partner ain't online anyway. so i call "my bride", miggie (i call her "my bride" coz i recently found out that she made me her maid of honor for her wedding on March 2006. woohoo! =)) but find out she ain't home. so i Boggle more. and then i end up pestering someone else on text, showing my truly-insecure-and-bored-self-at-the-moment-mode and drivin em crazy outta their wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the day gets a tad better. i leave late for choir. i forget my rosary bracelet. i forget my hanky. i got no tissue. it's raining cats and dogs. it's flooding. it's traffic. this guy beside me (in the jeep) keeps sitting too close to me (it is beyond my comprehension...this "sense of space" for some people. or the lack of it thereof. it totally annoys me). i get wet and walk on flooded streets (good thing i was wearing my mojos and capris). somebody sings out of tune (i mean, hello? if you're not sure of your notes, please don't sing so loud and act as if you know it so well. it doesn't work for the whole choir, you know). others who didn't make it in time for practice tells us (the ones who practiced) to sing in voices instead of just melody (uhm...we didn't practice it? hello? you weren't there. why this impromptu thing?). *sigh* murphy's law. when it rains, it pours. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when does it actually get better? no really? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it becomes bearable when i find out that this favorite tsong of mine told the other 2 members of our "no angst" group about the text i sent him last thursday. i mean, we were all like basang sisiws (bec of the rain) but getting hugs from em all was something. plus the assurance that we were gonna have one of our sessions that eve. oh and i showed em my bday pic and they were like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"w.o.w.!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; they so liked it. awww...friends ko talaga kayo.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't want to watch Batman Begins. but did i have a choice? hehe. these friends of mine talaga o! crazy bunch!=) oh we were at SM Fairview just passing the time (930pm pa last full show eh)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/alexhollywood.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex - hollywood walk of fame&lt;br /&gt;(ay, smf lang pala. lolz! iniisip pa namin kung kaninong artista yang star na yan. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz! =) i cannot believe that i actually agreed to take his picture (twice pa!) while he was just down there on the floor! he's such a crazy, crazy guy! (actually made my day, pare. but the flying and swooping around like batman after we watched the movie... over na. hahahah! go, batman! to the bat-van! lolz! di ko alam kung ikahihiya kita o ano ba! napagod ako sa kakatawa. =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some Batman Begins stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Don't be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...so don't come down here with your anger, trying to prove something to yourself. This is a world you'll never understand. And you always fear what you don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not what you wear on the outside that makes you who you are...It's what you do that defines you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do we fall, sir?" Alfred Pennyworth asks Bruce Wayne. "So that we might better learn to pick ourselves up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111924260328024143?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111924260328024143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/days-of-fear-how-batman-made-me-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111924260328024143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111924260328024143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/days-of-fear-how-batman-made-me-laugh.html' title='Days Of Fear (&amp; how Batman made me laugh! =))'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111893535457400361</id><published>2005-06-16T01:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:36:21.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Displacement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm back at square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like playing snakes and ladders (the boardgame). and i always get those snakes that make me slither back to where i came from. now ain't that a bummer? when will i get my ladder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will i finish this friggin' game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you think i'm having some post-bday blues? hehehe. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111893535457400361?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111893535457400361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/displacement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111893535457400361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111893535457400361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/displacement.html' title='Displacement'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111893638031650814</id><published>2005-06-15T09:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:37:03.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's 25! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not me. hehe. but i do look and feel that way. (o walang kokontra! bday ko to!) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/bday28/solobday28.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sa lahat ng naka-alala, thank you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;texters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dad, lilian, xtin, meanne &amp;amp; jzon, mom, jo, kapatid, ate jane, tita gay, jing, deo (choir), dennis, deo (phs), chavee, bie, romy, baby bananna, dyeypee, che, jec, kuya bing, morens, bebe ally, ginn, sheila (ac), migoy, tsuy, coy, badong, herbert, mark darling, bammers, sheila (choir), chris, ais, brian, mitch (dsg), pia, janice, paolo, chito, bossing roi, mitch (atta g)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;callers &amp;amp; (missed) callers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;chinkie, ate laline, brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;emailers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pia, jojo, ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;friendsters: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;morens, mel, viv, bagcee, jacky, ate gracielle, mike po, badong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;blog tagger: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to my favorite tsong (butac), tin, bam: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no angst! hehe. thanks for having dinner with me. i always look forward sa paghatid nyo sa kin, pagtambay sa harap ng bahay at kwentuhan sa van hanggang madaling araw. you made my bday blues go away! and turned it into bday thank you's. =) (oh and thank you for helping me with my mentos moment. hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to my hs buddies ember, ethel (&amp;amp; hubby ibs), sheila: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for spending the whole day with me. don hen pig-out-ing, huning-luoy reminiscing, movie watching (alam na natin yung kanta! thanks to ethel! =)), biglaang shoe shopping, avocado-eating, ooh-ahh-ing at pagpintas sa wedding, gateway-ing, at picture-taking. it's like being in high school again! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/bday28/hs20050613.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to dennis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for having lunch with me and giving me a ride to makati. totally appreciate it. i know how busy you are nowadays. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to maricon of david's: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;feeling artista ako! hehe. (you guys like my hair?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to ember: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the touching letter, my new kikay earrings, the sleep-over, kwentuhan till 3am, breakfast and lunch at cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to ethel: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for my new violet top, avocadoes and make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to meanne: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for my new lavender pj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to coy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for the black eyed peas mp3s. alam kong hindi pa ito talaga yung bday gift mo sa kin (assuming ako. maghihintay ako. lolz!) pero thanks pa rin! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to mom &amp;amp; dad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for their endless love &amp;amp; concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to koko: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for my new mymp cd. and for constantly reminding me how young i am. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so how does it feel to be 2_?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/bday28/solocheck.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may look tired, but hey, i'm happy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111893638031650814?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111893638031650814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/look-whos-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111893638031650814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111893638031650814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/look-whos-25.html' title='Look Who&apos;s 25! =)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111791742010259767</id><published>2005-06-04T13:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:37:47.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;woke up at 3am and couldn't go back to sleep. i keep my eyes shut and try again. but i can't. i envision a scene in college when i was wearing rubbershoes, shirt, jeans, carrying a beige floral pack on my back (which i had since high school). i stall time. walking back and forth a bit. looking at the payphone (by the registrar's office) and wondering if i should call now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who was i calling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i see a different scene. of me talking on the phone (found in AS). smiling. chatting. then i look at my coin purse and see if i got enough coins with me. i sense someone getting in line after me. i say goodbye and tell the person i'm gonna call back in a few minutes. i put the phone back in its cradle, smile to the girl behind me, then look for another payphone found somewhere that ain't so crowded with people. i smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still can't remember who i was talking to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lay on my back and open my eyes. i see darkness. i hear the ticking of the clock, a lizard tsk-tsk-tsk-ing, crickets chirping, the distant sound of a truck passing by the highway, my stomach growling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i continue to stare into darkness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111791742010259767?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111791742010259767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111791742010259767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111791742010259767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/dawn.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111774941284211137</id><published>2005-06-02T15:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:38:28.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s41.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2YVZC5MD2FJ5S3REN7NI0IJSJD" target="_blank" title="click here &amp;amp; listen to the song"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FALL FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by NINA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a right or wrong to know for everything&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is somewhere written in between&lt;br /&gt;But there's always something missing in the dark&lt;br /&gt;There you'll find the true condition of the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can visualize the pieces of a dream,&lt;br /&gt;But it's not as far away as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;But if truth be told, it is you that holds the key&lt;br /&gt;To the question that defines my destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::chorus::&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love, a time or two&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the world, when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly and spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna cry, I wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live and take a chance&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to love again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall, fall for you&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to fall for me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had plenty conversations with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Coz I want this thing to work, not fall apart&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask my heart how it can be so sure&lt;br /&gt;And it answers me because your heart is pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have every expectation that is true&lt;br /&gt;Coz my heart won't lie to me, much less to you&lt;br /&gt;But if truth be told, it is you that holds the key&lt;br /&gt;To the future that becomes our destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(::chorus::)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unto the mountain snow that melts into the stream&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes like a river to sea&lt;br /&gt;To the heavens up above,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God our destiny is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(::chorus::)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111774941284211137?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111774941284211137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111774941284211137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111774941284211137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-missing.html' title='Something Missing'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111772384490884780</id><published>2005-06-01T19:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:39:26.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/unitview.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u hav an eye 4 photography...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a view from the unit. it ain't always this pretty you know...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its all g-double-o-d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*smiling*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can give you the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(universe = time + space.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u never disappoint me.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(never say never.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i hav a moral obligation 2 tel d truth but i hav the personal right not to incriminate myself.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i will neither confirm nor deny...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well it cant be all about looks or brains either. wat u lack in form u make up in substance &amp;amp; wat u lack in substance u make up in form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(form &amp;amp; substance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;patrick starfish sed dat his mind's machinations is an enigma. so from den on dats been my phrase 4 every1 who's perceived in 1 way but is diff in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't judge a book by its cover.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ano k b... ur a livin breathin being of God. ur supposed 2 b special. gr8ness is a st8 of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on a topic that i don't remember anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my word is my bond.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on the subject of lying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;calvin is an amazing parody of youthful idealism.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on calvin &amp;amp; hobbes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;difference shouldn't be a barrier but rather a bridge for understanding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on the difference in tastes in music)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111772384490884780?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111772384490884780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111772384490884780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111772384490884780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/moments.html' title='Moments =)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111772406310008209</id><published>2005-06-01T19:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:40:01.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;om: ember, am i too uptight? gudam.=)&lt;br /&gt;mg: sometimes u cn be. wat's up? u owe me tons of kwento.&lt;br /&gt;om: wla nmn..i jst duno hw 2 handle dat. sum1 jst told me dat eh. &amp;amp; m nt sur f its bad enuf dat i shud loosen up. bt i wudnt knw hw &amp;amp; wat 2 loosen up, nwy. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;mg: sigh back 2 u. let's meet up soon &amp;amp; talk long abt dis. sum1's bday's comin up. hehe&lt;br /&gt;om: yeah.. &amp;amp; m takn a leave on dat day.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing like hearing the truth (and assurance) from an old friend. makes everything alright somehow. thanks, ember. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111772406310008209?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111772406310008209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/ember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111772406310008209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111772406310008209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/06/ember.html' title='Ember'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111747354095557742</id><published>2005-05-29T19:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:40:34.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how long does it take for a person to finally forgive? forget his pride? heal his bruised ego? and realize that there's still something worth saving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you deal with a person who seems to know more than one has shared? is it just observation? perception? understanding? are others simply that easy to read? or has somebody else spilled the beans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you learn to trust a person who doesn't seem to take it seriously? are they so used to being figured out whenever they keep fibbin'? that others will always know it when they do? and how long do they think can others take it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no telling what people can do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111747354095557742?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111747354095557742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/05/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111747354095557742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111747354095557742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/05/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111721420832911459</id><published>2005-05-27T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:41:31.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round, Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's a cycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meanness.blogspot.com/archives/2004_01_01_meanness_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(click here to read my January 31, 2004 entry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may not be errolito, sheila, batchoy or duee... but it's about one thing all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111721420832911459?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111721420832911459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/05/round-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111721420832911459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111721420832911459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/05/round-round.html' title='Round, Round'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111565012104687528</id><published>2005-05-09T08:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:42:16.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes, i lost all my pictures. please don't ask why nalang. kasi kahit ako, masama ang loob ko sa nangyari. so there. until i get the time and the urge to work on my blog again, eh ganito muna. ok... till next time! sana wag kayo magsawa sa pagbalik. thanks! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111565012104687528?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111565012104687528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/05/under-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111565012104687528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111565012104687528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/05/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111410667624518950</id><published>2005-04-21T11:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:42:59.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Nature?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when you slowly and grudgingly learn to ignore people in the same manner that they do...and then all of a sudden they come back to you and give you the attention you wanted so much in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is God teaching us to be patient? telling us to take it easy? making us more accepting? asking us to wait... wait for something better He's about to give us? reminding us that we can't have everything that we want right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it a learning process for someone else? do people act only when they feel that they're about to lose something? or even when they've actually lost it? or is it just that people don't really know what's happening? or that they haven't realized it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you ever get tired of me?&lt;br /&gt;will you ever stop caring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hoped not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111410667624518950?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111410667624518950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/human-nature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111410667624518950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111410667624518950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/human-nature.html' title='Human Nature?'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111401042663758934</id><published>2005-04-20T09:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:43:34.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one of my favorite books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/stuff/guess.jpg" width="325" height="288" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Sometimes, when you love someone very, very much, you want to find a way to describe how great your feelings are. But, as Little Nutbrown Hare and Big Nutbrown Hare discover in this classic picture book story, love is not an easy thing to measure!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111401042663758934?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111401042663758934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111401042663758934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111401042663758934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/guess.html' title='Guess'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111392519137521232</id><published>2005-04-19T10:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:44:15.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Since 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;316 entries. 3 urls. 3 themes. hmmm...seems more like it's been 3 years, huh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years today!! yey!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111392519137521232?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111392519137521232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/blogging-since-2003.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111392519137521232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111392519137521232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/blogging-since-2003.html' title='Blogging Since 2003'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-116165981650893119</id><published>2005-04-14T18:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:44:52.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>by SAM (4th of 4 entries)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why do i feel like i'm such a loser? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-116165981650893119?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116165981650893119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-sam-4th-of-4-entries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116165981650893119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116165981650893119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-sam-4th-of-4-entries.html' title='by SAM (4th of 4 entries)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-116165973960644723</id><published>2005-04-14T17:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:45:23.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>by SAM (3rd of 4 entries)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fate is haunting me. or so it seems. favorite kanta ng katabi at kaharap ko sa office. at gusto lang naman nilang pinapatugtog ng mga limang beses na sunud-sunod. the song's nice anyway. pero kelangan pa talaga gawan ng kwento ng katabi ko. sabi nya kanta ko daw 'to. or sana kanta daw ni marsden sa kin. pag-ibig nga naman daw o. buti sana kung hahamakin nga ang lahat. madalas ok ako. minsan hopeless. ngayon, i'm just sick of everything. lamo yun? you're so optimistic at some period of time. you pray hard for it. but then dumadating yung point na napapagod ka and you feel that everything is just not for you. pero balik ka naman ulit sa pagiging hopeful kapag na-overcome mo na yung state na ganun. *sigh* sa ngayon, i'm just tired. mahal ko sha. but i'm just tired. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na nga yung kanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FALL AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;(Glenn Lewis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like fire, that burns in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Every single moment that we spend apart&lt;br /&gt;I need you around, for everyday to start&lt;br /&gt;I haven't left you alone&lt;br /&gt;Something about you, I stare in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And everything I'm looking for I seem to find&lt;br /&gt;All this time away is killing me inside&lt;br /&gt;I need your love in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wanna spend time till it ends&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in you again&lt;br /&gt;Like we did, when we first met&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fought in a battle, but nobody won&lt;br /&gt;And now we face a mountain, to be overcome&lt;br /&gt;You can't turn away, the past is said and done&lt;br /&gt;I need us to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wanna spend time till it ends&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in you again&lt;br /&gt;Like we did, when we first met&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall with you again&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhh la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll try everything you never thought would work before&lt;br /&gt;When you live, when you love, when you give up your all,&lt;br /&gt;You can always give up some more&lt;br /&gt;Baby nothing means anything&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're here to share with me&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe, I can bleed, I could die in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're always there in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wanna spend time till it ends&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in you again&lt;br /&gt;Like we did, when we first met&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend time till it ends&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall in you again&lt;br /&gt;Like we did, when we first met&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-116165973960644723?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116165973960644723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-sam-3rd-of-4-entries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116165973960644723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116165973960644723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-sam-3rd-of-4-entries.html' title='by SAM (3rd of 4 entries)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-116165961812196921</id><published>2005-04-14T10:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:45:56.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>by SAM (2nd of 4 entries)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bakit ako nafru-frustrate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh kasi! kasi! kasi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiinis ako sayo!&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit kasi araw-araw pa nag-uusap!&lt;br /&gt;(pero madalas pinapangiti mo naman ako at di naman ako nagsasawa...)&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit kasi parang tayo pa rin!&lt;br /&gt;(pero hindi naman...)&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit kasi hindi nalang tayo pa rin!&lt;br /&gt;(pero kala mo naman ganun kadali nalang...)&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit kasi wala pa rin!&lt;br /&gt;(eh kelan kasi...)&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit kasi feeling ko na talagang ikaw pa rin!&lt;br /&gt;(kahit anong gawin ko talaga...)&lt;br /&gt;kung bakit kasi mahal pa rin kita!&lt;br /&gt;(na kahit naiinis nako sayo, konting salita mo lang, natatanggal na galit ko...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naman! naman! naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naiinis nako sa sarili ko! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time ko manood ng Ghost (hahaha. pathetic). at naiyak ako dun sa last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sam: you know that i love you and i always have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wish ko lang sabihin sa kin to...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;molly: ditto =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i know of only 2 people who says this. my dad and... well, let's just call him marsden.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this while watching csi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is in changing that we find purpose. -heracletes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-116165961812196921?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-116165955745854550</id><published>2005-04-12T09:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:46:30.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>by SAM (1st of 4 entries)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need To Be Next To You&lt;br /&gt;(OST_Bounce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been running from these feelings for so long&lt;br /&gt;telling my heart I didn't need you&lt;br /&gt;pretending I was better off alone&lt;br /&gt;but I know that it's just a lie&lt;br /&gt;so afraid to take a chance again&lt;br /&gt;so afraid of what I'd feel inside&lt;br /&gt;but I need to be next to you (need to be next to you)&lt;br /&gt;oh I, oh I&lt;br /&gt;I need to share every breath with you (share every breath withyou)&lt;br /&gt;oh I, oh I&lt;br /&gt;I need to know I can see your smile each morning&lt;br /&gt;look into your eyes each night&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;here with you, near with you&lt;br /&gt;oh I&lt;br /&gt;I need to be next to you&lt;br /&gt;need to be... next to you&lt;br /&gt;right here with you is right where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I'll lose my mind if I can't see you&lt;br /&gt;without you there is nothing in this life&lt;br /&gt;that would make life worth living for&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear the thought of you not here&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight what I feel anymore&lt;br /&gt;'cause I need to be next to you (need to be next to you)&lt;br /&gt;oh I, oh I&lt;br /&gt;I need to share every breath with you (share every breath withyou)&lt;br /&gt;oh I, oh I&lt;br /&gt;I need to know I can see your smile each morning&lt;br /&gt;look into your eyes each night&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;here with you, near with you&lt;br /&gt;oh I&lt;br /&gt;I need to be next to you&lt;br /&gt;I need to have your heart next to mine&lt;br /&gt;for all the time&lt;br /&gt;hold you for all my life&lt;br /&gt;I need to be next to you&lt;br /&gt;I need to be next to you (to be next to you)&lt;br /&gt;oh I, oh I&lt;br /&gt;need to be, need to be next to you&lt;br /&gt;share every breath with you&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh I&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel you in my arms, babe (oh...)&lt;br /&gt;in my arms, babe (oh I...)&lt;br /&gt;I need to be next to you&lt;br /&gt;oh I, oh I&lt;br /&gt;(oh I...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love him.&lt;br /&gt;ever since the first time we expressed it four and a half years ago.&lt;br /&gt;yes, even after i broke up with him almost three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;i love him but i can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh...i sooo hate myself. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-116165955745854550?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116165955745854550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-sam-1st-of-4-entries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116165955745854550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/116165955745854550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/by-sam-1st-of-4-entries.html' title='by SAM (1st of 4 entries)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111323680558040622</id><published>2005-04-10T10:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:47:46.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things That Made Me Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/mamamary/mmrose.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganda noh? ako ang kumuha ng pic na yan. at pinitas ko yan mula dito... (tingin kayo sa baba...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/mamamary/mmroses.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganda noh? kala nyo may nagbigay sa kin ano? (wish ko lang. hehe.) ako lang ang nag-arrange nyan para kay... (tingin ulit kayo sa baba...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/mamamary/mmmary.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganda noh? tama! para kay mama mary! nag-overnight sha sa bahay eh. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gorgeous: ok lang ang hindi nag-aaway&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: ikaw kasi nasanay ka ng may sparring partner eh&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: mas ok yung hindi nag-aaway.&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: yung kahit tahimik lang kayo, ayos pa rin&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: haha oo nga&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: nakakapanibago lang&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: masarap itong ganito&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: :)&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: at totoo kahit tahimik lang&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: the conversation still is great&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: kasi pagtanda mo rin, wala ka nang energy makipag-away. walang sense minsan eh&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: so andun lang kyo, magkatabi. hindi nagsasalita. pero alam nyo kung ano nasa isip ng bawat isa.&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: onga&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: pag may nakikita akong matandang couple na holding hands, napapa-smile ako&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: and i marvel at the thought na they've gone through a lot pero andun pa rin sila. la lang. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111323680558040622?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111323680558040622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/little-things-that-made-me-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111323680558040622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111323680558040622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/little-things-that-made-me-smile.html' title='Little Things That Made Me Smile'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111271610633111459</id><published>2005-04-02T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:48:32.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paintball!! Hooyah!! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PRE-PAINTBALL @ PADI'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/pdgrp1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/pdgrp1.jpg" border="0" title="the group having brunch/lunch" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/pdastig.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/pdastig.jpg" border="0" title="ano gusto nyo? away o gulo?! =) (liz/jeng/me)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAINTBALL @ GOTCHA ALPADI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/pbgreen1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/pbgreen1.jpg" border="0" title="teenage mutant ninja turtles (green team)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/pbblack1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/pbblack1.jpg" border="0" title="sitsiritsit salagubang (black team)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/pbhooyah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/pbhooyah.jpg" border="0" title="hooyah! girlpower! (charlie's demons)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/pbaksyon1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/pbaksyon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/pbaksyon2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/pbaksyon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/pbaksyon4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/pbaksyon4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/pbaksyon5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/pbaksyon5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST-PAINTBALL @ GRILLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/grgrp1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/grgrp1.jpg" border="0" title="almost dinner" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/grptm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/grptm.jpg" border="0" title="the usual threesome" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/grhabangbuhok.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/grhabangbuhok.jpg" border="0" title="pang-shampoo commercial ulit?" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/grgirls.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/grgirls.jpg" border="0" title="girls, girls kayo jaaan... pili na kayo. =)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/grproject.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/grproject.jpg" border="0" title="we're looking at..." /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/grsunset.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/grsunset.jpg" border="0" title="this. =)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/grsilhouette.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/grsilhouette.jpg" border="0" title="oh and i took this picture. =)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOSHOOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/grshoot1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/grshoot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/grshoot9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2005-5/313731/antipolo20050402/thumbnails/grshoot9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111271610633111459?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111271610633111459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/paintball-hooyah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111271610633111459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111271610633111459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/04/paintball-hooyah.html' title='Paintball!! Hooyah!! =)'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111186447702336493</id><published>2005-03-26T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:49:19.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallow... Oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"...me up to nothing much. causing an eruption of memories. a disruption and resurfacing of cold stone that's turned to molten lava once again. *sigh* just trying to clean my room. would've preferred to leave it as it is with all the memoirs covered in filth. now i dunno what state my emotions are in..."*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; wallowing in memories, i guess. happy memories that make you sad. sad memories that make you sadder. a bit depressing, huh? must be this girl thing. must be the full moon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*part of my response to a friend's simple text of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"how's ur holy week?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; must've freaked her out. she probably thought twas a mis-sent message. took her quite some time before she responded with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"...Mdyo nshock ako sa unang txt mo para kc akng ngbasa ng libro. Hehe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, i cleaned my room. just a part of it, at least. it's been years since i did that. and you can just imagine how dirty it was. if you had asthma, you would've been killed by now. and if you didn't have asthma, you would've gotten it this instant and still would've been killed by now. but i'm alive! haha! talk about being immune to something of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's easter sunday, 325am. yes, i'm awake. perhaps it's my body being slightly aware of the cleaner surroundings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah right. it ain't clean. it's still dusty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; perhaps it's the occasional ahem-ing that i've been doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so much for being immune. i disrupted sacred ground! err, seemed like the ground to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;perhaps i'm not used to having my room "cologned". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uh-huh. never thought of doing that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; or... it could be the band playing at 235am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nope, i wasn't dreaming. yup, in this part of the world, it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the "salubong" is held early morning. it's the reenactment of the reunion of the Risen Christ with the Virgin Mary. with an angel -- a dressed up little girl -- removing Mama Mary's mourning veil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know why i stopped cleaning my room. but i have a fairly good idea how long it's been. perhaps i didn't want to remember. perhaps i didn't want to disrupt its placement. or muddle the waters. it's like dusting away the cobwebs from a very old film reel and watching the movie again. reliving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took several breaks today and in most instances i found myself staring...twirling a piece of ribbon...flipping a violet feather...bouncing a tennis ball. wala lang. it doesn't really mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaning my room wasn't just a chore. it was thinking. remembering. thinking. (no wonder it takes me forever...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture this: me getting up from the ground, dusting myself, and walking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugging*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There should be an 11th commandment: Thou shalt not abandon those who love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[from the book The Sky Is Falling by Sidney Sheldon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i never thought of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, talking to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing... uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just didn't speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, why don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, happy easter! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111186447702336493?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111186447702336493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/wallow-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111186447702336493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111186447702336493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/wallow-oh.html' title='Wallow... Oh!'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111151071906785423</id><published>2005-03-22T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:49:53.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's like blood on my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/141324/blog/brazen.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111151071906785423?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111151071906785423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/vampy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111151071906785423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111151071906785423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/vampy.html' title='Vampy'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111142788202118332</id><published>2005-03-20T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:50:24.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20050321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[From the book The Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20050321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The more you love someone, the harder it is to show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[From the movie Coyote Waits}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20050319&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Without seeing You we love You.&lt;br /&gt;Without touching You we embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing You we follow.&lt;br /&gt;Without seeing You we believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[From the song Without Seeing You by David Haas]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20050313&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I left him before he left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[From the movie Fools Rush In]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20050222&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Cor te reducit"&lt;br /&gt;The heart leads you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[From the book The Lake Of Dead Languages by Carol Goodman]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111142788202118332?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111142788202118332/comments/default' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's a love and hate thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/151260/spongha/spongha1.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waddya lookin at, huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dark moods, he is "punch bob!" to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/151260/spongha/spongha2.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charge!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i'm tired, i use him as a pillow and hold his hand while i sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/151260/spongha/spongha4.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one-eyed monsters. you enter, you die. hehehehe. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah... he ain't mine... but my seatmate's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/151260/spongha/spongha3.jpg" width="244" height="368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuninuninoo... look who's being child-like too --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://meanne-angelbear.blogspot.com/2005/03/ispongha-scandals.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;click here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111142595725932992?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111142595725932992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/spongha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111142595725932992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111142595725932992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/spongha.html' title='Spongha'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111082012309309711</id><published>2005-03-11T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:51:46.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My HS Best Buddy's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ethel &amp;amp; ib had their church wedding today at the mt. carmel church in new manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have much pics with me yet. so i'll just do with the so, so few which i took using my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/151260/ethelibwed/soloeiw.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me after having my hair and make-up done.&lt;br /&gt;(i feel pretty... oh so pretty...=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/151260/ethelibwed/eiw3.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other hs buddies: sheila &amp;amp; ember&lt;br /&gt;(before going to the church)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/151260/ethelibwed/eiwmethel.jpg" width="244" height="340" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with the bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-7/151260/ethelibwed/eiwmemom.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite parts of the wedding...&lt;br /&gt;...seeing ethel walk gracefully down the aisle...&amp;amp; seeing ib teary-eyed as he was waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;...looking at all the butterflies as they were released (from those little triangle envelopes) after the guests silently said their wishes for the couple.&lt;br /&gt;...watching ethel &amp;amp; ib dance to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;love moves in mysterious ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (with soap bubbles around them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and did i mention that i caught the bouquet? =) haha! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111082012309309711?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111082012309309711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-hs-best-buddys-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111082012309309711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111082012309309711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-hs-best-buddys-wedding.html' title='My HS Best Buddy&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-111042846912422076</id><published>2005-03-06T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:52:29.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Carpet Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;office had our 3rd anniversary here in the pi. and twas like the oscars! red carpet night twas called. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-12/221645/redcarpetnyt/rcndsg1.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dsg family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-12/221645/redcarpetnyt/rcngirls.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bevy of beauties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-12/221645/redcarpetnyt/rcnmap.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, ally, pia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-12/221645/redcarpetnyt/rcnmlp.jpg" width="244" height="254" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, liz, pia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-12/221645/redcarpetnyt/rcnmeac1.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat solo ko eh... si ac ang kulit. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-12/221645/redcarpetnyt/rcnmeallytable.jpg" width="325" height="257" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bebes. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-12/221645/redcarpetnyt/rcnmepiatable.jpg" width="325" height="244" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kulit. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-12/221645/redcarpetnyt/rcnmeallylobby.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakatulog nanaman ako sa picture... tsk, tsk. ganda na sana eh. =) i'm with ally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-12/221645/redcarpetnyt/rcnmpm.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pia sandwiched by 2 m's (meanne in purple, me-an in aqua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2004-12/221645/redcarpetnyt/rcnaward.jpg" width="244" height="325" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the winner is...&lt;br /&gt;(hehehe. just got a trophy for serving the company for more than 2 years. the other trophy is pia's. she was taking this pic so i was just holding it for her.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-111042846912422076?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/111042846912422076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/red-carpet-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111042846912422076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/111042846912422076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/03/red-carpet-night.html' title='Red Carpet Night'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-110886952136000409</id><published>2005-02-19T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:53:14.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet &amp; True</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bluebimmer: lam mo totoo yun sabi ni ----&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: :))&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: or maybe meron man tapos naiintimidate sa yo&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: not because mataray ka&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: but because youre of substance yourself&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: lam mo what they say about women of power&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: that's one of the best compliments ive ever had&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: well i was only being honest&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: thank you..&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: if only they had enough courage&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: :)&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: haha.. meron din yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just a girl... standing in front of a boy... asking him to love her..." --Notting Hill (1999)--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gorgeous: sabi ko nga masigasig ka eh&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: nye&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: eh hindi ako masyado magiging masigasig&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: :)&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: youre good the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: lotsa lovin&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: hehe&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: nakx&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: yan gusto ko sa yo eh&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: hehe&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: balik ka na dito&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: miss kita bud&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: yan ang gusto nila sa kin. hehe&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: bolera?&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: haha&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: hindi ako bolera... :)&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: sweet lang?&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: sweet and true&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous: lolz&lt;br /&gt;bluebimmer: nax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i miss you. and you. :( as sweet and as true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-110886952136000409?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110886952136000409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/sweet-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110886952136000409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110886952136000409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/sweet-true.html' title='Sweet &amp; True'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-110796721040708274</id><published>2005-02-09T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:53:54.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Myriad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of people... thoughts... stars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I'M FEELING: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that is entirely unrelated to what i have here in this entry. or maybe not. a myriad of thoughts contributing to my melancholy. confusion. uncertainty. or maybe even anger. brought about by change (or even the lack of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I'M LISTENING TO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all i know of love (by josh groban &amp;amp; barbra streisand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Once I found a perfect love&lt;br /&gt;And you showed me everything there was&lt;br /&gt;To know of love&lt;br /&gt;Time will not betray the truth&lt;br /&gt;And for all the years we've shared&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate with you&lt;br /&gt;For you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Un giorno t' incontrai (One day I met you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Pensai, "adesso lei" (I thought, "now it is she")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; D' allora insieme noi (From then on, together we)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are all I know of love&lt;br /&gt;How could I ask for more&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I'm dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need from love&lt;br /&gt;And every star above&lt;br /&gt;Spells out your name&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll always feel the same&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; From love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; All I want from love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Dimmi (Tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Che e` per l' eternita` (That it is for eternity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Like a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; M' attirai ad abitare nei pensieri tuoi (You will draw me in to live in your dreams)&lt;br /&gt;Con te (with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You are my only heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; In te (In you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Noi due (We two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Together not apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are all I know of love&lt;br /&gt;How could I ask for more&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I'm dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need from love&lt;br /&gt;And every star above&lt;br /&gt;Spells out your name&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll always feel the same&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; From love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You're all I want from love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Pensami (Think of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I think of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Perche` io sogno te (Because I dream of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Due cuori ed un anima (Two hearts and one soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; My love flows free through you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Guariti e liberi (Healed and free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I live my whole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I'll live my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; To be with you&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be the one who taught me&lt;br /&gt;Everything my heart knows to be sure&lt;br /&gt;My heart knows you&lt;br /&gt;You're all I know of love&lt;br /&gt;How could I ask for more&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I'm dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need from love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And every star above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Every star above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Spells out your name&lt;br /&gt;I Swear I'll always feel the same&lt;br /&gt;You're all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; From love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You're all I want from love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; You're all I know of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I'M READING: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i like for you to be still (by pablo neruda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like for you to be still&lt;br /&gt;It is as though you are absent&lt;br /&gt;And you hear me from far away&lt;br /&gt;And my voice does not touch you&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though your eyes had flown away&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth&lt;br /&gt;As all things are filled with my soul&lt;br /&gt;You emerge from the things&lt;br /&gt;Filled with my soul&lt;br /&gt;You are like my soul&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly of dream&lt;br /&gt;And you are like the word: Melancholy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like for you to be still&lt;br /&gt;And you seem far away&lt;br /&gt;It sounds as though you are lamenting&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly cooing like a dove&lt;br /&gt;And you hear me from far away&lt;br /&gt;And my voice does not reach you&lt;br /&gt;Let me come to be still in your silence&lt;br /&gt;And let me talk to you with your silence&lt;br /&gt;That is bright as a lamp&lt;br /&gt;Simple, as a ring&lt;br /&gt;You are like the night&lt;br /&gt;With its stillness and constellations&lt;br /&gt;Your silence is that of a star&lt;br /&gt;As remote and candid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like for you to be still&lt;br /&gt;It is as though you are absent&lt;br /&gt;Distant and full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;So you would've died&lt;br /&gt;One word then, One smile is enough&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy;&lt;br /&gt;Happy that it's not true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I'M INCLINED TO BE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bitchy &amp;amp; withdrawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've snapped back (sometimes jokingly and sometimes not) several times in the past hour. right now, i'm just blogging. listening to my (loud) music. shutting out everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I'M TRYING TO BE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;strong &amp;amp; accepting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else is there to say or do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I'M WISHING FOR: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who makes me smile. who assures me that everything will be alright. a hug from you would be great too. if only you were here by my side right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-110796721040708274?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110796721040708274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/myriad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110796721040708274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110796721040708274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/02/myriad.html' title='Myriad'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-110731150583297283</id><published>2005-01-29T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:55:13.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was beginning to forget how lovely a sunday morning could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blame it on the fact that i always work the graveyard shift. blame it on sleepless gimik nights. blame it on grouchy (very, very) early morning obligatory family sunday mass. blame it on the recently cold clime that makes you just wanna curl up in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i witnessed a beautiful day's beginning. i saw the sun shine and felt its warm rays. i felt the cool breeze that made my little nose numb &amp;amp; cold. there were just a few people in the streets. a kid bringing a cup of coffee to his dad. a guy setting up his workplace (yes, some people do work on sundays. and i'm glad that i'm past that.). mommies going to market. a family walking to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me inside a bus bound for makati. comfortably seated by a window. reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/novels/angels_demons/plot.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;angels &amp;amp; demons (by dan brown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. catching glimpses of people &amp;amp; buildings past. feeling my cold nose &amp;amp; hands. hearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"tell me when will you be mine? tell me.. quando? quando? quando?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; over the radio -- which reminds me of my grandfather and an uncle who listened to such old songs on lazy sunday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... lazy sunday mornings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet today's such a busy day. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely a good one, though. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-110731150583297283?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110731150583297283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110731150583297283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110731150583297283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-110649703469451101</id><published>2005-01-23T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:55:54.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Age &amp; Intelligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmm... i thought i was cryptic? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table width="325" align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/linguistic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.&lt;br /&gt;An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.&lt;br /&gt;You are also good at remembering information and convincing someone of your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/intelligencequiz.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... the lady at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixflags.com/parks/elitchgardens/index.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6-flags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; guessed the same age. hehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table width="325" align="center" border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"  style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You Are 21 Years Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg=""  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+4;color:#0000CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-110649703469451101?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110649703469451101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/age-intelligence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110649703469451101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110649703469451101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/age-intelligence.html' title='Age &amp; Intelligence'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-110649494972009861</id><published>2005-01-23T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:56:43.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no, i can't seem to let this go. i have shrugged this off since the new year. you know, when you get to think of the past year. of the people you've hurt and the people who hurt you. thinking if you've apologized enough or have forgiven enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness ain't so if it's fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't understand. there are times when i can just really let it go and i can say to myself, "yeah, i forgive you." but there are just instances when i just want to wring their necks. or even grab their collars, my face just a mere inch from theirs, eyes menacing &amp;amp; piercing, letting them feel my breath as i say thru clenched teeth, "will you say something! say something!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit! i want them to say it! i want them to apologize! i want them to admit it! they know it! i know so. i can see it in their eyes. i can sense it in their actions. yes, when you ignore me. yes, when you act so nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say i'm patient? now where did that come from? you think i'm patient enough with you? perhaps, since i'm still being nice to you. goodness! you don't even speak to me! i tell you i'm sorry. i try to make you understand what i'm feeling. i'm not the only one at fault here. but nothing more than a single word! nothing! i don't even know what's going on in that lil (or big? big,big?) head of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say i'm nice, i'm sweet. but do you say the same thing when my back is turned? you are so sickeningly nice to me sometimes that it turns me off. you trying to make up for all the bad things you said about me before? you think i don't know you? damn well i know you! and it's just amazing how i've tried to understand you this past year. and this is all i get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't bloody deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biatch. i'm one stupid bitch. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quote myself on this: "forgiveness is one of the hardest things to do. but then, it gives you peace of mind too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll have mine soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-110649494972009861?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110649494972009861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110649494972009861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110649494972009861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-110632822555876921</id><published>2005-01-21T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:57:22.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon-Tue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wala akong pasok sa 24-25!!! (have to use my remaining leaves for 2004). weehoo! sino gustong makipag-date? hehehe. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-110632822555876921?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110632822555876921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/mon-tue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110632822555876921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110632822555876921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/mon-tue.html' title='Mon-Tue'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-110606218409346423</id><published>2005-01-18T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:58:13.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nag-iisip Ulit Ako =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;unang-una, inaantok ako. yes, i blame myself for not sleeping the moment i got home. it was too early anyway. just a mere 3 quarters of an hour after my shift. i went straight to the bathroom and took a cold shower. staying longer than usual. appreciating the biting cold. perhaps, twas what shook my body wide awake. oh well, it felt good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos nag-cross-stitch ako. my gosh, 2 years na 'tong crino-cross-stitch ko. and i really want to finish this. i remember thinking about a lot of things while doing it. likening it to a relationship. you see a picture you like, buy and find all the other things needed for it, work on it. it has become your passion. there are times when you get tired of it and leave it for a while. but then you always pick it up and come back to it. you remember the goal you set. the commitment you gave to it the first time you pushed that threaded needle through the weave. through endless nights you persevere. sacrificing time, sleep, effort. intertwining light &amp;amp; dark. feeling bright &amp;amp; dull. like the needle moving in an upward motion, i feel elation. and as it moves down too, sometimes you catch yourself being depressed. yet you still move on. continuously believing that, in time, your eyes (albeit tired) would behold that most beautiful piece of work. yeah... some things do take some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, tumawag yung hs friend ko. telling me stuff which i didn't really know before. i welcomed it and tried to understand it. piecing every bit of information into one big picture. i thought i didn't know what she was going through. but i did. i've gone through it too. just a part of it perhaps. it's just amazing noh? timing is amazing. she came at a time when i was ready to help her. and tell her what she needed to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, ngayon, i feel lousy. slow. lazy. sleepy. i'm in front of my computer writing an entry when i'm supposed to be working by now. i'm not wearing an outfit which shouts "work!!" today. i remember the moment i opened my eyes tonight and saw 9:07 pm on my phone and wondered if i'm even going to work or even make it to work at 10 pm. i drink coffee that's supposed to keep me awake (which i'm not supposed to be drinking at all because caffeine is bad for the body and because i've actually stopped drinking it a few months back). i listen to senti music and it ain't helping much. i aimlessly ramble about stuff here, knowing that my officemate is waiting for me so she could smoke a bit downstairs. i stare at the pile of work on my desk. i think of lunch at 3 am. i envision myself wearing a bustier at the wedding of my hs bud in march and i almost choke in disgust. i make a mental note to myself: diet!!!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (hehe =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmm... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-110606218409346423?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110606218409346423/comments/default' 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Closed Eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...i do something that my mind has been telling me not to do.&lt;br /&gt;...i let some light in. through the door i have closed. through the window i have allowed to remain shut.&lt;br /&gt;...i lift, and leave, everything to you.&lt;br /&gt;...i relinquish all understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember hearing the song... looking outside the window... gazing up to the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see the sky. i saw something which i wanted and didn't want to see at the same time. i felt stunned. i asked why... and the music just kept playing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HANDS TO HEAVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch you move&lt;br /&gt;Across the moonlit room&lt;br /&gt;There's so much tenderness in your loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I must leave&lt;br /&gt;The dawn knows no reprieve&lt;br /&gt;God give me strength when I am leaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So raise your hands to heaven and pray&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be back together someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I need your sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Tonight you calm my restlessness&lt;br /&gt;You relieve my sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we move to embrace&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down your face&lt;br /&gt;I whisper words of love so softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this pain&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;Without your touch, life will be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So raise your hands to heaven and pray&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be back together someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I need your sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you calm my restlessness&lt;br /&gt;You relieve my sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning has come another day&lt;br /&gt;I must pack my bags and say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I need your sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you calm my restlessness&lt;br /&gt;You relieve my sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-110606579075187646?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110606579075187646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/with-closed-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110606579075187646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110606579075187646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/with-closed-eyes.html' title='With Closed Eyes...'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387935.post-110538253094853569</id><published>2005-01-09T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:59:28.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Trouver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Princess, life is filled with secrets. You can't learn them all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not find it, it finds you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to trust that it has found me for a reason, and when the time comes, I will know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the definition of faith -- acceptance of that we imagine to be true, that which we cannot prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little faith can do wonders... A little faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387935-110538253094853569?l=thetwistedangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/feeds/110538253094853569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-trouver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110538253094853569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387935/posts/default/110538253094853569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetwistedangel.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-trouver.html' title='Me Trouver'/><author><name>thetwistedangel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
