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  <title>Tell me what you think :&gt;</title>
  <subtitle>then you'll realize something new.. :)</subtitle>
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    <name>nikeeeee</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-14T12:43:57Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikeeeee:7479</id>
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    <title>new number freaky peaky picky pops</title>
    <published>2008-06-14T12:43:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-14T12:43:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey freaks! my phone got stolen, so i need your help! post your number here, then ill text you nalang when i update from time to time. if you already gave it to me, thanks :D&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikeeeee:7223</id>
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    <title>The one on Cater 2 U</title>
    <published>2008-05-15T07:14:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-15T07:14:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;So yeah, this is&amp;nbsp;just me venting cause I got "inspired" from the song :)) Try listening to it while reading this :P&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just downloaded the Cater 2 U that Coach Nino uses in his class. I never really got to understand the lyrics cause they went on too fast. But as I listened to it in the backseat on the way to Gloria Maris, it slowly became my favorite song. It made me realize that because of the anonymity of the internet, I can freely post my feelings for someone without ever saying her name. For those of you who dosn’t know, my civil status is: &lt;em&gt;haveacrushonwhoeverIwant&lt;/em&gt;! :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A girl who can dance can win my heart over easily. If I would compare an extremely hot model-actress-whatever girl that can’t dance, to an okay looking girl that can dance, I’d still go for the dancer chick. Just my luck, this particular girl is also my preferred size: small! :)) Yeah, I dig small chicks, they’re cuter that way. :”&amp;gt; :)) She’s friendly, sociable and has a sense of humor. She has an alluring smile. There are so much more things I could say about her, but to keep it short, she’s exactly the type of girl I like, in other words, she’s perfect. :) I like everything about her, and that’s why I can say she’s my happy crush. Lets call her, Cla. (Kim, I know you know, but SHHH :)) :P)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One of the hardest choices in every guy’s life is if he has to discern between keeping the relationship as friends, and telling the chick you dig her. Right now, I doubt we’re already at the “friends” part; I’m simply an admiring acquaintance. The thought that bounces around my head at night is if I should let her know she’s my happy crush. I’m up late thinking, “how do relationships start, really?” I mean, yeah there’s the courting, then the fighting, then the cooling-off, then eventually back together. But before that…how does everything begin? Do you have to bring her to Jaipur, then after some small talk, get that “Mutual Understanding” situation? It’s funny at the same time annoying that I’m thinking about this. I guess I’m just afraid of how she’ll react. I mean, take someone like her, as I said earlier, perfect, then compare her to a guy like me, extremely far from it. I haven’t got anything to show her right there. I’m not a “what you see is what you get” kind of guy, trust me. I just want that chance to prove myself to her. And I promise you Cla, if you do give me that chance, I can show you that I can be better than all of the other guys you’ve had. I just want to make you happy, and hopefully I can be the one that does. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She’s my inspiration during training. Cheesy, but yeah. Whenever I feel tired, or sick, like that time I wanted to faint after the 30 minute jogging, I just think about her. I see her in my head, just smiling, and it uplifts me. I think about her from time to time, no matter how stalker-ish it sounds. All of a sudden, I just wonder what she’s doing, where she’s at, if she’s safe, if she’s sick…I just want to know. But I know it’s gonna take me a long time to get to get to be the one that checks up on her. I don’t want to appear to be coming on too strong, or too “torpe”. But I’m not sure how I can make things go the way I want ‘em to. I feel so stupidly clueless right now. I’m actually sitting here right now hoping that by some magical chance, you happen to read this entry and get what I’ve never had the courage to tell you in person, in turn setting us onto the road of happily ever after.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If I were to tell her something, sing to her, or write to her, it’d be the song. It perfectly describes in detail everything I’m feeling right now. Just so you can share my kilig:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Baby I see you working hard&lt;br&gt;I want to let you know I'm proud&lt;br&gt;Let you know that I admire what you do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;Don't know if I need to reassure you&lt;br&gt;My life would be purposeless without you&lt;br&gt;If I want it, got it&lt;br&gt;When I ask you, you provide it&lt;br&gt;You inspire me to be better&lt;br&gt;You challenge me for the better&lt;br&gt;Sit back and let me pour out my love letter&lt;br&gt;Let me help you take off your shoes&lt;br&gt;untie your shoestrings, take off your earrings&lt;br&gt;What you want to eat boo, let me feed you&lt;br&gt;Let me run your bath water&lt;br&gt;Whatever you desire, I'll supply ya&lt;br&gt;Sing you a song, turn the soaps on&lt;br&gt;I'll brush your hair, let me put your hair scarf on&lt;br&gt;Want a foot rub, do you want a manicure?&lt;br&gt;Baby I’m yours, I wanna cater to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let me cater to you cause baby this is your day&lt;br&gt;Do anything for my girl, baby you blow me away&lt;br&gt;I got your slippers, your dinner&lt;br&gt;Your dessert and so much more&lt;br&gt;Anything you want, let me cater to you&lt;br&gt;Inspire me from the heart&lt;br&gt;Ain't nothing tear us apart&lt;br&gt;You're all I want in a girl&lt;br&gt;I put my life in your hands&lt;br&gt;I got your slippers, your dinner&lt;br&gt;Your dessert and so much more&lt;br&gt;Anything you want, let me cater to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Baby I’m happy you're home&lt;br&gt;Let me hold you in my arms&lt;br&gt;I just want to take the stress away from you&lt;br&gt;Making sure that I'm doing my part&lt;br&gt;Girl is there something you need me to do?&lt;br&gt;If you want it, I got it&lt;br&gt;Say the word, I will try it&lt;br&gt;I know whatever I’m not fulfilling&lt;br&gt;No other man is willing&lt;br&gt;I'm going to fulfill your mind, body, and spirit&lt;br&gt;I promise you I'll keep myself up&lt;br&gt;Remain the same guy you fell in love with&lt;br&gt;I'll keep it tight, I'll keep my body right&lt;br&gt;I'll keep my hair cut, keep rocking the hottest outfits&lt;br&gt;When you come home late, tap me on my shoulder I'll roll over&lt;br&gt;Baby I heard you, I'm here to serve you&lt;br&gt;If it's love you need, to give it is my joy&lt;br&gt;All I wanna do is cater to you girl&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let me cater to you cause baby this is your day&lt;br&gt;Do anything for my girl, baby you blow me away&lt;br&gt;I got your slippers, your dinner&lt;br&gt;Your dessert and so much more&lt;br&gt;Anything you want, let me cater to you&lt;br&gt;Inspire me from the heart&lt;br&gt;Ain't nothing tear us apart&lt;br&gt;You're all I want in a girl&lt;br&gt;I put my life in your hands&lt;br&gt;I got your slippers, your dinner&lt;br&gt;Your dessert and so much more&lt;br&gt;Anything you want I wanna cater to you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to give you my breath, my strength, my will to be here&lt;br&gt;That's the least I can do, let me cater to you&lt;br&gt;Through the good, the bad, the ups and downs&lt;br&gt;I'll still be here for you, let me cater to you&lt;br&gt;Cause you're beautiful, I love the way you are&lt;br&gt;Fulfill your every desire&lt;br&gt;Your wish is my command&lt;br&gt;I want to cater to my girl&lt;br&gt;Your heart, so pure&lt;br&gt;Your love shines through&lt;br&gt;The darkness we'll get through&lt;br&gt;So much of me is you&lt;br&gt;I want to cater to my girl&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Let me cater to you cause baby this is your day&lt;br&gt;Do anything for my girl, baby you blow me away&lt;br&gt;I got your slippers, your dinner&lt;br&gt;Your dessert and so much more&lt;br&gt;Anything you want, let me cater to you&lt;br&gt;Inspire me from the heart&lt;br&gt;Ain't nothing tear us apart&lt;br&gt;You're all I want in a girl&lt;br&gt;I keep my life in your hands&lt;br&gt;I got your slippers, your dinner&lt;br&gt;Your dessert and so much more&lt;br&gt;Anything you want I wanna cater to you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikeeeee:7026</id>
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    <title>Special Mentions :))</title>
    <published>2008-05-15T03:41:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-15T03:41:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="bodytext" align="center" author_possessive="tin031193&amp;#39;s" author="tin031193"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;Got this from D-fizzle-nizzle-shizzle :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bodytext" align="center" author_possessive="tin031193&amp;#39;s" author="tin031193"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bodytext" align="center" author_possessive="tin031193&amp;#39;s" author="tin031193"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;Single or Taken: Single :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy about that: McYeah :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Crush: Cla and 31 :&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Siblings: Two&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eye Color: Greenish-purple :| :)) Black, i guess.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;shoe size: 11ish?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Height: 5'7ish.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what are you wearing now: Spongebob "pancho" and boxers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kind of pants: The free ones :D :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Number: 13 :"&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Animal: Panda!!! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Drink(non alcoholic): Beer :| KULIT :)) Coke :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sport: Chess :| :)) Basketball, if dancing isn't a sport :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Month: October ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Juice: Lemonade :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bodytext" align="center" author_possessive="tin031193&amp;#39;s" author="tin031193"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAVE YOU EVER. . .&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="bodytext" align="center" author_possessive="tin031193&amp;#39;s" author="tin031193"&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Given anyone a bath: Jal and Dave sabay :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bungee Jumped? No, but I want to :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gone skinny dipping? Before when I was younger :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eaten a dog? Parts of a dog, yeah :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry?: Nah :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Broken a bone?: Nawp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Played truth or dare?: Yehp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been on a plane?: Yehp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been in a sauna?: Once a month at least :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;been in a hotub?: Yehp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Swam in the ocean?: Yehp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fallen asleep in school?: Religion with BroJob 8-| sometimes in other classes too :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ran away? Tried to, but failed&amp;nbsp;:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Broken someone’s heart? Doubt it :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cried when someone died?: Yehp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cried in school?: Nawp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fell off your chair?: Lakas pa ng tawa ni Cito :| :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call?: No, they wait for me to call :&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saved AIM conversations?: As in Message Archives? I guess.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saved e-mails?: The funny/stupid/scary stuff my dad sends me :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Used someone?: Stupid survey, it's "Used someTHING" 8-| :)) *taps right shoulder* No. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your good luck charm?: Cla :"&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your fav.song?: TMTM :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last thing you drank?: Peach C2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What kind of shampoo/conditioner do you use?: Pantene? Whatever's there :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVER HAD. . .&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chicken pox: Yehp.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Stitches: Before, I fell off when we were mountain climbing. I got em on the back of my head :|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Broken nose: Nah :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DO YOU… &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Believe in love at first sight?: :-"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Believe in long distant relationships?: No, so don't be stupid and try it :| :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like school?: No. I love it :&amp;gt; :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who was the last person that called you?: Xernan Alfonso (S) 15/05/08&amp;nbsp;01:31 am :| :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who was the last person you slow danced with?: Abby at her prom.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who makes you smile the most?: Cla :"&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who knows you the BEST??: Liza? :&amp;gt; :)) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you like filling these out: When I'm bored 8-|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you like yourself: When I can breathe underwater and live in a Pineapple :|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ARE YOU…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Obsessive Compulsive?: Only when I have guests over.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Suicidal?: No, I'm not Sean Kingston :| :)) *taps right shoulder* :|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;RANDOM QUESTIONS...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What did you do yesterday?: I got kilig when Den texted me :&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gotten any awards?: The last one was Best Writer in English back in the day :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Where do you want to get married?: AT GC :| :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good driver?: Not YET :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good Singer?: NO :| :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have a lava lamp?: Nah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How many remote controls are in your house?: Oh wow. About 10 I think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What was your last dream about?: I was at the recital already and we performed. After that we went back to GC to eat. Then Cla talked to me. :"&amp;gt; When she smiled tho, I suddenly woke up. BADTRIP :| :)) (by the way, May 21 6pm, UP Film Center,&amp;nbsp;tickets P100 each, watch or youre not my friend :| :P) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font face="times, times new roman, serif"&gt; &lt;div class="bodytext" align="center" author_possessive="tin031193&amp;#39;s" author="tin031193"&gt;&lt;br&gt;chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Skiing or Boarding?: Boarding ba yung Monopoly? :)) :| *taps right shoulder*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Summer or winter?: Bakit ayaw ni God tayo mag winter? :| Pwede bukas? Please? :|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Silver or Gold?: Silver ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Diamond or pearl?: Diamond :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pepsi or Coke?: Coke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Coffee or sweet tea? Coffee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Phone or in person? Ano yan, sex? Noob naman kung phone lang :| :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are you oldest, middle or youngest?: Oldest&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today did you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Talk to someone you liked: The day just started for me. Yesterday, YEAH :&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Buy something: Scroll up a bit. No :|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fly?: WTH? 8-|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Talked to an ex?: I don't have any :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Miss someone?: Every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, Sunday,&amp;nbsp;I miss her :( :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last person who&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Slept in your bed?: Uhhh, me? 8-|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saw/heard you cry?: I WAS ALONE WHEN I WATCHED WINDSTRUCK LAST NIGHT!! :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Made you cry?: Myungjin and Myungwoo =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Went to the movies with?: Kyle Laigo and Raymond Santos :"&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Said “I Love You” to you?: Cla and&amp;nbsp;31 behind their backs =)) No one yet :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ever been in a fight with your pet?: Dario's my bitch :&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been to Mexico?: Last person who's been to Mexico? MALAY KO :| :))&lt;br&gt;13.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been to Canada?: "POTEK"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been to Europe?: 8-|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Random. . .&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you have a crush on someone right now?: YES :D&lt;br&gt;16.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you want to be back together with your ex?: If I had one, maybe :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best feeling in the world?: When Cla sits beside me :"&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?: Stuffed Spongebob, yeah :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Favorite sports to watch?: I'd rather watch Nickelodeon :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;What are you most scared of right now?: Commitment :&amp;gt; :)) NO :| :)) Flying Ipis and Colonoscopers&amp;nbsp;:|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who do you really hate? Maligno =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you have a job?: Not right now. Hopefully soon :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever liked someone you didn’t have a chance with? Right now, yeah :&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are you lonely right now?: No, I've got losta friends &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt; :))&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="bodytext" align="center" author_possessive="tin031193&amp;#39;s" author="tin031193"&gt;&lt;br&gt;25.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Song that’s stuck in your head right now?: Cater 2 U by Passion. :"&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever played strip poker?: Tried to with my cousins, but got too grossed out =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever gotten beat up?: ASA =)) :| :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever been on radio/TV?: Yehp :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29.&lt;br style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever been in a “mosh-pit”?: With Jumping Jologs? NEVER EVER :| :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What’s the first things you notice about the opposite sex?: If she can dance, her smile and eyes :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Favorite Food?: Almost any Japanese food or Steak :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ever get so drunk you dont remember the night before?: I'm always sober :&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are you too shy to ask someone out?: WAY TOO SHY :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?: Cheese :| :)) Ugh, none nalang :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dogs or cats?: Dogs! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Favorite Flower?: I'm not sure of how they look like and their names. :)) Rose nalang para safe :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Repost this as LOONGGG SURVEYYY if you make &lt;/font&gt;it through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on Third Year</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T16:45:26Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;The much awaited entry I’ve been nagging everyone to read and comment. If you’re mentioned, you’re loved. If you weren’t mentioned though, you’re loved even more. ;)&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO THE E FAMILY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Let me just say, that if I wasn’t put in this section, I would be a nobody. I don’t see myself blending in with any of the other sections even if I hang out with the others a lot sometimes. Thanks for giving me the life that I wanted to live, the life with everyday trippin’, non-stop chicksin’ and the occasional yabbin’. You guys have to know that I’m here for each and everyone of you. That’s what we brothers do, we look out for each other, have each others backs. Any fight or problems you guys need solved, you know y’all can bring it to me. There are many of us that might be separated from the pack before we reach the end of our high school lives. But to all you Ex-E-boys out there, you’re still part of this brotherhood. ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Cito Mendoza&lt;/b&gt;, you taught me the meaning of patience. I’m not the guy to wait, seriously. I don’t like the idea of having to sit down one whole afternoon just to catch a few fish. But hey, Cito here, waited so many months before he got into a good feel with his girl. And thing is, I don’t think they’re together yet. I don’t know if I’m willing to wait that long for a girl, but you showed me how important it is to make her&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;happy no matter what, even if it means waiting almost a year just so she can make up her mind. Dude, it shows how much you like this girl. She really just doesn’t know it, but I’m confident you’re going the right way. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Tomic Apacible&lt;/b&gt;, it was you who brought about my optimism and slight autism. I used to be such a negative guy, and I prolly still am. But you showed me that every little thing we do in life has a purpose. And that almost every little thing we do can be made fun of. I wouldn’t have laughed this much if we didn’t become classmates, so I’m really glad E became our home. What struck me the most is when you said that you look forward to everyday of classes, cause you know something funny is gonna happen. It made me realize that something funny does happen everyday, and I’d miss everything if I faked a headache. ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Jal Emata&lt;/b&gt;, you gave me the will to dance, literally. If you didn’t audition for the troupe, I prolly wouldn’t have gotten as far. It’s because whenever we talk its almost always about you learning and appreciating new moves that you got off the internet. It doesn’t make me jealous, but instead shows me that if someone that just started dancing can do it, then I can prolly do it too. We’re he original Moro buddies, Tetano-teta and Indak bros that have almost the same taste when it comes to spotting crushes! We still have a long way to go before we can get into the compet team. If we do get in though, its because we’ve already sweat, tired and bled our way to get there. :&amp;gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Dave Capa&lt;/b&gt;, you never let me down. I recall most of those stupid laughing moments we had. It’s funny what an all-boys school does to you after a while huh? But hey, you’re not in here cause you tell me your gay gag ball fantasies, but because you’re always there to go with me to places. I haven’t recalled a moment when you let me down, nor a time that we ever fought. It’s your personality that lets me know that no matter what happens, I’ll always have a true friend whenever I need one. Don’t ever change bro, especially not your sexuality. I’d kill you if you ever try to touch me…again! :| :))&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Juliano Dario&lt;/b&gt;, you’re just so you. Not many people may see it, but you give everyone the notion that you should just be yourself. I’m glad to have learned that from you. I’ve been a victim of conformity, sometimes I find myself having to do the wrong things to be with the right people. But I learned from you that there’s no one better to be than yourself, no matter how cheesy it sounds. You’re yourself, and you turned out to be one of the funniest guys in the section. It’s true when you tell me that you invented cool. This class wouldn’t have been as “cool” if you didn’t have your ass re-sectioned. Thanks for all the times you went wherever with me. You’re a great seatmate, lunch mate, and “fighter”. The first ever to challenge me to a freaking 10 seconds. To that, I salute you. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO THE HONORARY E FAMILY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: There are so much of you guys out there. I’m glad I enrolled early to join your batch. True that most of the people I chill with are older by a batch or two, but there isn’t any other group of sections I’d rather be stuck together in a wing with. We don’t always get the top at KFD’s or other events hosted by the school, but I know for a fact that our batch will be one that the faculty people in Ateneo will remember for a long time. Alex, you’re honorary E family as well. :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Jed Manzano&lt;/b&gt;, you taught me that everyone deserves a second chance. Truthfully, before, I never really believed that. It’s just so hard to get that trust back once you’ve lost it. But bro, you showed me that no matter how much that person hurt you, everyone has to have a second shot to hopefully make up for it. I’m just sorry you didn’t get that happy ending you wanted, even after all she said on prom night. We shall hunt for a new one soon. ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Alex Pajaro&lt;/b&gt;, I know we met just now even if we’ve lived in the same village for how many years now, but you taught me something too. You gave me the mentality to “get things over with”. I still remember your story when you had that wound and you tortured yourself just to get it all over with. I would never have the courage to inflict pain on myself. But hey, recently, I’ve learned more and more things because I think of taking them head on, instead of taking the long, logical approach that I usually do. I scare less now, and it’s all thanks to you. Thanks for that, “babe”. Remember that I’m just a text or call away if you’ve got any problems you wanna talk about, and if you need someplace to chill, we’ve got a pool. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TO THE GC FAMILY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Oh where to begin? Groove Central is definitely the place to be. No matter what time of day it is, its nice to just hang out with everyone there. The people are friendly all the time, and are willing to teach you anything you wanna learn. I’ve heard lots of stories, drank lots of water, and met the people I want to be when I grow up. Definitely, this place is my home away from home. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Coach Xernan Alfonso&lt;/b&gt;, you showed me that if I really wanted something, I gotta work extra hard to get it. It’s because of your pushing us all the time that I learned that the life of a dancer really isn’t that easy. No one gets good without practice, which is what you always tell us. Whenever you make us do across-the-floor’s, choreos, or jog til our legs fall off, I feel good when I know I can do it better next time. It’s your innate ability to maintain both the status of coach and friend. You should know that I look up to you, simply because I can see myself in your shoes in the future. One day, we WILL battle at Jaip, and I WILL eat you with the basics you taught me. Til then, I’ll be content just laughing at you sucking at DotA. :P :))&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Coach Von Asilo&lt;/b&gt;, you explained to me a whole new side of understanding my faith. I don’t pray everyday like most people do. The only time I really pray is that part after communion. Besides from being one of my idols in dance, you taught me that my talent isn’t for my personal gain, but for God’s greater glory. I was stunned when you explained to me why the UP Team won’t be competing this year. A very noble thing to do indeed, and I hope someday I’m able to find it in my heart to do something like that. Keep up the good work, and keep in mind I look forward to Fridays. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Mico Lumanlan&lt;/b&gt;, you taught me to keep my humility no matter how good I have it in life. The way I see it, this guy has literally everything! Good looks, amazing dancing skills, not to mention the girl that every guy wants to be part of his team. Yet still, he manages to move along with a normal walk, his chin not raised from cockiness, and his smile not enticed with malice or boast. I do not envy the fact that he has it all, but the fact that he can still keep his cool after all that’s happened. Because of this, you showed me that LaSallites are not that different from any other friendly person you might just meet that do front tucks in their sleep. Bro, you know how lucky you are to have this girl. But you know you’re much luckier to have me. :&amp;gt; :))&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Kim Guzman&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;you’re the person who encourages me to be more out there. I picked up being more confident about myself just by listening to you. We just met a few days ago, but already I’m telling you my crushes. It’s probably because I always see you act the same around everyone. People older than you, younger maybe, people you’ve just met, people you’ve known for a long time, they’re all the same to you: they’re all your friends. I definitely gained more self confidence, and also more gossip about things I ought not to know. Just remember never to change, because people will always come back to you looking for someone to hang with. A very friendly, talented and truly amazing person indeed, just the girl Milu’s looking for. :&amp;gt; :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;#39;Courier New&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;TO END THIS JOYOUS ENTRY, I’d just like to let everyone keep in mind that not all friends are who they seem to be. The person who you think you can tell everything to may suddenly be going out with a killer that apparently looks worse than the foot of a leper. That girl that you used to like may suddenly be doing dirty things with a random guy after two weeks of meeting. If you’re reading this right now, and you know you’re the one I’m talking about, I just want you to know that I’m hurt. I’m also confused why you didn’t have just a little more respect for yourself, why you maybe cared too much about how other people see you. I don’t hate you, I don’t think I ever will. Your friends are there for a reason. When they disapprove of someone, they say so because they only want what’s best for you. I wanted what’s best for you, but after hearing all those things, damn, its like I don’t even know you. But as always, I just want you to be happy, I’ve always just wanted to see you smiling. If this is how you feel like you should be living your life, then by all means, go ahead. But just realize, after dumping your closest friends time after time for whoever you’re with, who do you think you can go to when things don’t work out?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Ralph, Daneeka, Julia, Denise, Char, Kat'am, Liza, Dave, Luigi, Cito... YOURE IT! :| :)) (4:00am sur</title>
    <published>2008-04-28T20:06:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-28T20:06:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Rules:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;1. Each starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;2. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-SIZE: medium"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;4. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TEN THINGS YOU MAY NOT KNOW ABOUT&amp;nbsp; NIKE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) I'M SCARED OF&amp;nbsp;ROACHES :| it flies, I faint :| :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2) I have lots of crushes :&amp;gt; :)) (HG, 13, CLA) =))&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;3) I have lots of boyfriends :&amp;gt; :)) (Dave and Jal are &amp;lt;3) =))&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;4) I used to model for random stuff when I was a kid :)) :|&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5) I've got virgin lips :&amp;gt; :)) (with virgin lips, comes the whole package too :|)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6) I love isaw :X&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7) I'm a sucker for romantic flicks. Hell, Click made me&amp;nbsp;tear =))&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;8) I started ":&amp;gt;"ing in the summer of 1st year Highschool :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9) Kat'am, Liza, Josh, Iya and Cassie were my first ever girl na friends :)) hayop, The Crew still lives :&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10)&amp;nbsp;Ralph is my BreakdanZ bestfriend :)), Daneeka is my niggs 8-|, Julia is my bestfriend :"&amp;gt;, Denise was my promdate :D, Char is my besterest-est friend :), Kat'am is&amp;nbsp;EX =)) (I know, asa Nike, asa :|) :)), Liza is my baby sister :o3, Dave is my fairy (:|, Luigi is my thing :| :)), Cito is my idol (POIHT) =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People to be tagged 8-| :))&lt;br&gt;1.) Ralph Jularbs&lt;br&gt;2.) Daneeka Bernabe&lt;br&gt;3.) Julia David&lt;br&gt;4.) Denise Buencamino&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5.) Char Estacion&lt;br&gt;6.) Kat'am Amparo&lt;br&gt;7.)&amp;nbsp;Liza Carbonel&lt;br&gt;8.) Dave Capa&lt;br&gt;9.) Luigi Intengan&lt;br&gt;10.) Cito Mendoza&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Serendra/Fort with Julia and Mayi :)</title>
    <published>2008-04-27T03:36:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-27T03:36:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;I just had to write about what happened last night, cause there was NO dull moment. Yeah, the car ride to Serendra was :/ cause I was pretending to be mad at Julia :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;So we were planning it the whole day. I called Julia twice just to ask her how to get to her place, which I may add, is nearly IMPOSSIBLE to find because the stupid ass people that live there don’t know the names of their streets. :| &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;I left the house at 6:00pm so I could arrive at Julia’s at around 7. SM Aca, I fucking hate you :| :| :| That was the landmark she gave, so I was looking for that dumbass SM that apparently was rundown. I was getting so pissed cause my driver was being so stupid :| Luckily, I met this guy from La Salle Zobel, who helped us get out of that shithole of a situation. So when I finally got to their place, it was 8:00pm. And no I didn’t have dinner yet. 8-| Another stroke of luck was when I met her dad, he didn’t attempt to strangle, shoot, or kill me. Phew! :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;So we left her place 5 minutes after. It was Julia, Mayi, and I in the car. Pimpin!!! :&amp;gt; :)) Mayi kasi eh :)) At first, I pretended to be mad at Julia for her faulty directions. :| but I couldn’t resist, we played tiger instead. :)) If I had a peso for each person those two backstabbed, I could’ve gotten my whole section inside Emba. :| Nah, they were good naman. :)) So we got to Serendra, (first time there, woot!) then we walked around for a long time. Good thing Julia was so caring to think that I didn’t eat dinner yet. :”&amp;gt; :)) I bought pasta and a Baby Brother and ate it at Starbucks cause they bought their whatevers there. After having dinner, we were gonna buy something. Buti nalang Mayi told me there were drugs in that thing, pero konti lang. I still didn’t wanna risk it, so I didn’t buy it :)) I had us guest listed in Jaipur, but they hadn’t printed it yet, and they were letting people in at 11. So yeah, after that, we went to Mint where I met Jonathan the bouncer dude from Formula before. :P That’s where the fun began :&amp;gt; =)) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;Mayi didn’t wanna drink, so I ordered two Weng-wengs for Julia and I. The highlight of the night was when Julia said, “Kung maturuan ako ni Nike, may gagawin ako” :&amp;gt; =)) WOAH :)) You’re so lucky I’m not “like that”, or if Mayi went to the bathroom.. :&amp;gt; :)) keedeeng! :)) So we were talking about random stuff, when halfway through her glass, Julia starts laughing by herself. Mayi and I looked at each other and were like, “whaaaaat?” :)) And then Julia leans on me. :”&amp;gt; :)) So Mayi says, “yan na, kumakapit na.” :)) But its okay, cause Julia’s my bestfriend :) or is she just my bestfriend? :&amp;gt; :)) am kidding, yeah, we’re tight :&amp;gt; :)) After a while, we took our bathroom breaks and decided to leave.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;It was now 11:00pm so we headed for Jaipur. I met CL from KrumPinoy and inquired about the Philippine Flag necklaces and stuff. They offered me an Allstars shirt too, but seeing as the necklace was 500 bucks, I decided to save up first. :)) “Mayi, not counted to, bestfriend ko si Nike” :)) I like that line :)) okay, so we were just chillin and talking outside Jaip cause we were waiting for the guest list thing. Little did we know that it takes almost an hour for them to fix it up, so we were bored out of our minds sitting outside Jaip. :| okay lang, Julia was leaning on me naman eh :&amp;gt; :)) “talikod boi” =)) bumenta kay Julia when Drew texted that he was there na. Unfortunately, when Ate Fatima, Billy, and Drew arrived, I had to bring the girls home na. :| Drew decided to ride with us first. That’s where Julia was so impressed about Drew’s Team Captain position :&amp;gt; :)) so ride ride ride, then xoxo when they left, then Drew and I proceeded to his lair, The Prince of Jaipur. :)) Inside, I met Ice and his crew of Mapua breakers, who went to Expulsion to hype up the party. My favorite part of the night was when I finally got to meet the legendary J Mastah!!! OMG, new life idols! :)) After watching the AMAZING breakers from everywhere, (even Ate Fatima bucked up the floor yo!) I had to leave na :( So that was my night. I really had fun with Julia and Mayi, and of course, the Jaip peeps! :D Next time Julia, tell your dad you wont be with me. So we can party til late :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;-fin-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;For those of you who want to get that Philippine Flag necklace thing, Allstar shirts, and other merchandise like that, contact Sheena at 09292783000 and just inquire :) its all about Shhhhhh (Him).. :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Top ten stuff, stole from XJ :D</title>
    <published>2008-04-23T03:46:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-23T03:46:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;TOP TENS&lt;br&gt;1. Are you single? &lt;strong&gt;proud to be :&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Are you happy? &lt;strong&gt;very :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;3. Are you bored? &lt;strong&gt;nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. Are you sad? &lt;strong&gt;maybe later :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Are you Italian? &lt;strong&gt;sometimes :| :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;6. Are you German? &lt;strong&gt;at night :&amp;gt; :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Are you Asian? &lt;strong&gt;in the morning :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Are you cool? &lt;strong&gt;no, im hot :&amp;gt; =)) AY :| :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Are you Polish? &lt;strong&gt;yeaa...NO :| :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Are your parents still married? &lt;strong&gt;when they want to :)) yeah they are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;br&gt;1. Birth Place: &lt;strong&gt;San Juan baby! :&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;2. Hair Color: &lt;strong&gt;dark white :| :)) black :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;4. Hair style: &lt;strong&gt;emo :| YUCK :)) uhm, semical :&amp;gt; :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Eye color:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;blackish brownish :))&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;6. Birthday: &lt;strong&gt;October 15, 1991&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Mood: &lt;strong&gt;happy cause of training later :&amp;gt; yessss :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Where do you live? &lt;strong&gt;NoPermanentAddress. :| :)) New Manila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. How many credit cards do you have? &lt;strong&gt;does an ATM count? :/ :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Lefty / Righty? &lt;strong&gt;Righty :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br&gt;1. Have you ever been in love? &lt;strong&gt;with julia? :&amp;gt; =)) nahp, never. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight?&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;nope :P&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;3. Why did your last relationship fail? &lt;strong&gt;kasi hindi umabot yung score ko sa passing :| :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt? &lt;strong&gt;when i fell from heaven? :)) AY :| :)) i guess so..? :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Have you ever broken someones heart? &lt;strong&gt;sometimes :| :)) dont think so :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;6. Are you in love? &lt;strong&gt;with the 13-year-old chick :&amp;gt; :&amp;gt; :&amp;gt; =)) shems benta, im in &amp;lt;3 :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Are you friends with your exs? &lt;strong&gt;ex-convicts? pwede! :)) never had one :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment?&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;depends, with who muna? :&amp;gt; si 13? :&amp;gt; =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Have you hugged someone within the last week? &lt;strong&gt;si Espi &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt; =)) hinug hand ko :| :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Have you ever had a secret admirer? &lt;strong&gt;stalkers meron :&amp;gt; =)) want kwento? :P kasi there was this one time na i met an old&amp;nbsp;aquaintance (uhh, spell check? :P)&amp;nbsp;at Azul. then that night, i recieved like 10 missed calls from unknown numbers. they were 2 nung una, then it got freaking annoying when i got like 30 missed calls a day from 7 people :| i have a feeling they were her friends tapos kinalat niya number ko or something. :| &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT?&lt;br&gt;1. Love or lust? &lt;strong&gt;depends on who with :&amp;gt; :)) love nalang :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Liquor or beer? &lt;strong&gt;secreeeet..! i dont drink na eh :&amp;gt; :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Cats or dogs? &lt;strong&gt;dogs :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. A few best friends or many regular friends? &lt;strong&gt;many regular friends :&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Television or Internet? &lt;strong&gt;hands down, internet :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Pepsi or coke? &lt;strong&gt;Coke cause i support Kat'am's dad's products :&amp;gt; naaaaks :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in? &lt;strong&gt;now thats a question.. :)) romantic night out pwede? :&amp;gt; or wild night in? :&amp;gt; =)) sa room nagparty :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8. Busch Gardens or Six Flags? &lt;strong&gt;Six Flaaaaaags! even if im scared of all the rides :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Night or day? &lt;strong&gt;night :&amp;gt; thats when training starts eh :&amp;gt; :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. IM or phone? &lt;strong&gt;i have a phone that can IM :&amp;gt; :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out? &lt;strong&gt;im a good boy :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Been skinny dipping? &lt;strong&gt;:&amp;gt; :&amp;gt; :&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Done something you regret? &lt;strong&gt;i didnt enroll in Coach Von's class too :|&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;4. Bungee jumped? &lt;strong&gt;one thing i wanna do before i die :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. White water rafted? &lt;strong&gt;another thing i wanna do before i die :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Finished an entire jaw breaker? &lt;strong&gt;ive never tried one. :| next time eastwood i will na :&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? &lt;strong&gt;si 13 :&amp;gt; =)))))) Ralph quiet lang ah :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Prank called a store? &lt;strong&gt;that'd prolly be fun :)) but no :| :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Skipped school? &lt;strong&gt;skipped a day of debaucherie? NEVER :&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Wanted to disappear? &lt;strong&gt;wala pa si Mirana, cd pa ulti :)) =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;TEN PREFERENCES OF THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;br&gt;1. Smile or eyes: &lt;strong&gt;dem, BOTH sobra :| :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Light or dark hair: &lt;strong&gt;any :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Hugs or kisses: &lt;strong&gt;XOXO :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Shorter or taller: &lt;strong&gt;no questions asked, shorter :&amp;gt; :&amp;gt; :&amp;gt; :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction: &lt;strong&gt;attraction, but hopefully she's not dense :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Romantic or spontaneous: &lt;strong&gt;spontaneously romantic :&amp;gt; :)) prolly spontaneous :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Jock or Nerd? &lt;strong&gt;Jock...ey? OK :| :)) shems, kung jock na chick baka mas gayot pa :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Arial&amp;#39;,&amp;#39;sans-serif&amp;#39;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Hook-up or relationship: &lt;strong&gt;relationship :&amp;gt; :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Funny and poor OR Rich and serious: &lt;strong&gt;rich and serious :&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;:)) im a hustlah baby, i just want you to know :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;10. Play the guitar or into sports: &lt;strong&gt;sports nalang :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br&gt;1. Last phone call you made: &lt;strong&gt;i was in baguio and i miss called Julia to call me =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Last phone call you received: &lt;strong&gt;the other night, Cams called to make sure i was okay :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Last person you hung out with? &lt;strong&gt;Eldon :))&amp;nbsp;the drunk had me walk him home :| :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Last person you hugged: &lt;strong&gt;I hugged? hmmmm.. Abby? :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Last person you tackled: &lt;strong&gt;dem, si Laigo ata =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Last person you IMed:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Jal,&amp;nbsp;4 sha dadating sa training :))&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;7. Last person you kissed: &lt;strong&gt;&amp;gt;:*&amp;lt; kissed kissed, or kissed KISSED? :&amp;gt; :)) prolly mommy :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Last thing you drank:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Skip and Go Naked =)) fucker ka Alba! :)) gapaaaaang!! :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Last site you went to: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffec8b"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com"&gt;http://youtube.com&lt;/a&gt; too :&amp;gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikeeeee:5843</id>
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    <title>boredom strikes! :|</title>
    <published>2007-11-29T11:14:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-29T11:14:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;* i changed some words :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;1. ano tawag sayo sa classroom?&lt;br&gt;- M, Nike, Nik (intengan i hate you :| :)))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;2. year and section mo?&lt;br&gt;- 3E, sportsfest basketball champions nigga! :&amp;gt; :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;3. sino unang teacher na pumapasok sa&lt;br&gt;classroom niyo?&lt;br&gt;- Ms Lim, or minsan si DA GANGSTAH :))&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;5. sino ang pinakatahimik?&lt;br&gt;- si intengan :| :| :| :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;6. sino ang palaging gumagawa ng mga&lt;br&gt;assignments?&lt;br&gt;- TOMIC! =))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;7. sino naman ang palaging walang&lt;br&gt;assignment?&lt;br&gt;-&amp;nbsp;TOMIC rin =))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;8. sino ang teacher na palaging nagagalit sa inyo?&lt;br&gt;- ECLANGIT :)) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;9. sino ang palagin kumakain pag class&lt;br&gt;hours?&lt;br&gt;- me, tomic, matt, francis :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;sino pinaka good&amp;nbsp;boy* sa class niyo?&lt;br&gt;- dario :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;11. sino pinakamatalino?&lt;br&gt;- earl the pearl! :&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;12. sino ang "teacher's pet" sa class&lt;br&gt;niyo?&lt;br&gt;- hmmmm.. si tomic kay langit =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;13. sino ang mahilig mag volunteer?&lt;br&gt;- barros! :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;14. magaling kumanta sa class niyo?&lt;br&gt;- ako, shet ako lang! :| :)) uhm, andoy and&amp;nbsp;jhahyheh :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;15. sino naman pinakamagaling sumayaw?&lt;br&gt;- soulja boy!! :&amp;gt; :)) only the ones who know the dance :|&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;16. sino ang mahilig magpatawa sa class&lt;br&gt;niyo?&lt;br&gt;- kami kami nila tomic, cito, dario, paren :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;17. sino madalas pinapagalitan sa class&lt;br&gt;niyo?&lt;br&gt;- caparros and tomic :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;18. sino heartthrob sa class nio?&lt;br&gt;- Miguel T. Ocampo &amp;lt;-- search nyo na! :&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;19. sino pinakaepal sa class niyo?&lt;br&gt;- AKO! :| :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;20. sino pinakamabait? &lt;br&gt;- all naman :&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;21. sino pinakaclose mo sa class?&lt;br&gt;- tmtm.. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;22. sino laging lumilipat ng upuan?&lt;br&gt;- lourd&amp;nbsp;and yab gadz :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;23.&amp;nbsp;sino nakaupo sa pinakalikod ng&lt;br&gt;classroom?&lt;br&gt;- dario! :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;24. sino naman nakaupo sa harap?&lt;br&gt;- some dude, victor basa ata pangalan :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;25. sino seatmates mo?&lt;br&gt;- dario, paparen, matt, tomic, jhahyheh, francis ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;26. ilan lockers sa classroom niyo?&lt;br&gt;- 45? :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;27. ano locker no. mo?&lt;br&gt;- 13 :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;28. ilan drawer ng teacher's table&lt;br&gt;- 1 8-|&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;29. sino mahilig magbura ng blackboard?&lt;br&gt;- wala! :|&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;30. sino class president niyo?&lt;br&gt;- driver sneaky pops :)) Tomic :&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;31. anong position mo sa class officers?&lt;br&gt;- Grand Pooba. AY :| :)) Treasurer :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;32. sino pinaka astig pumorma sa class&lt;br&gt;niyo?&lt;br&gt;- ALMONTE! :)) hayop sa sando :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;33. sino pinakamahilig maglambingan sa&lt;br&gt;klase?&lt;br&gt;- SHIT SHIT SHIT, SI RJ! =)) 3E, quiet lang.. :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;34. sino pinaka artistic sa class niyo?&lt;br&gt;- lurdz :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;35. sinong teacher ang may favorite sa&lt;br&gt;class niyo?&lt;br&gt;- lahat! :&amp;gt; especially sir nash =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;36. favorite class pastime?&lt;br&gt;- stealing computer books, stroking our hair in a sideways motion, laughing at dario :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;37. sino palagi mong kadaldalan?&lt;br&gt;- tomic, dario, paparen, francis, severino, cito, jal, laigo, letargo =)) long distance kami :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;38. sino kasabay mo pag breaktime?&lt;br&gt;- the Cochow Yema Godz =)) usually dario, francis and jal :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;39. masaya ka ba sa kanila?&lt;br&gt;- ay grabe hindi :| :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;40. sino ang crush mo sa classroom?&lt;br&gt;- si sam kasi kamukha ni palomo =)) LABO :)) yab godz! :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;41. sino ang bestfriends mo sa&lt;br&gt;classroom?&lt;br&gt;- mikey! :&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;41. sino lagi mong kaaway?&lt;br&gt;- yung mga fuckers na poser na nakakaasar yung mukha.. :| walang ganun sa 3E! :&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;42. cno magkakaloveteam sa classroom nyo?&lt;br&gt;- jal and andoy, dario and kim, and the favorite: RJ! =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikeeeee:5523</id>
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    <title>The one on Someday</title>
    <published>2007-06-29T18:19:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-29T18:19:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Someday..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;bring you with me wherever i go&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to sing you songs about your endless beauty and glow..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to lie in the beach and watch the flawless stars of the night&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to sweep you off the sand and take you off on a magical flight..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to a place of endless frigid nights&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;so i never have to let go when i hold you tight..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;just to show you how much i want to take care of you&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;ill take you everyday to see the moon so bright and blue..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;where drinks are cheap and talk is free&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;so you can share your problems with me..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to when im finally the one that can make you smile&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;so i can get a glimpse of that, even just for a while..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;so i can cook you simple meal and a side dish of laughter&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to our happily ever after.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:nikeeeee:5153</id>
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    <title>The one on Someday</title>
    <published>2007-06-29T18:19:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-29T18:19:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Someday..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;bring you with me wherever i go&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to sing you songs about your endless beauty and glow..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to lie in the beach and watch the flawless stars of the night&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to sweep you off the sand and take you off on a magical flight..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to a place of endless frigid nights&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;so i never have to let go when i hold you tight..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;just to show you how much i want to take care of you&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;ill take you everyday to see the moon so bright and blue..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;where drinks are cheap and talk is free&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;so you can share your problems with me..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to when im finally the one that can make you smile&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;so i can get a glimpse of that, even just for a while..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;so i can cook you simple meal and a side dish of laughter&lt;br&gt;i wish i could get away,&lt;br&gt;to our happily ever after.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on a Survey 6</title>
    <published>2007-05-29T10:04:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-29T10:04:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Answer please. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I ____ you. You have a nice______. You make me _______. You&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;should _______. Someday I will ______. You + me =________.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I saw you now I'd __________. I want to ________ you. I&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;would build a _______ just for you. If I could sing you any song it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;would be _________. We could __________ under the stars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love,&lt;br&gt;_______________&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(P.S. ______________.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;REPOST THIS "DEAR (YOUR NAME)" AND SEE WHAT ANSWERS YOU GET... this lots of fun and you can really make someone's day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on the Test</title>
    <published>2007-05-23T15:44:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-23T15:44:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I got this from a site my friend sent to me. There's a test from a famous shrink. His name was Dan Richardson. So its to see what kind of person you can become in the future by answering this series of simple questions. Then the answer is processed and calculated then you get a possible future outcome of yourself.. The site provides the answer key, so I just have to enter your answers, and "Dan Richardson" himself would send me the evaluation, then i post it in for you to see! Isn't it so cool?! :)) So without further adu.. Here's the story of a boy named Shutler.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Uniform Money"&lt;br&gt;by Dan Richardson 1954-1998&lt;br&gt;Shutler is in high school. Captain of the football team, and he had decent grades. The team was his main priority in his high school life. This would earn him a scholarship in almost any school that had a football team. To optimize his stay as a senior at Bradley High, he spent most of his time and effort helping out the team in everything. He tutored most of the team members that were failing, he lent money to whoever needed it, and he even helped them with their love problems. Yep, life was going well for Shutler..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;SO HERE'S THE THING: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shutler was doing all this, but the team never really showed their appreciation for all the things he did. Not once did he hear a thanks from anyone of the members. But he never complained. All he wanted to see that the team was happy and doing fine. For a few months, life went on swiftly for Shutler. Daily training kept him busy all the time..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then one day, the coach handed him an envelope contaning $500 from the school to purchase new uniforms for the team. So he went down to the Costco to inquire about bulk purchasing of uniforms. Apparently, 20 uniforms all in all costed only around $300. He takes the envelope out and it's marked "Bradley High Uniform Fund" Then he flicks some bills and places it on the counter. He signed some papers, and the uniforms would be sent to the school monday morning the following week. As he walked out the store, he thought about the team. Then he specifically remembered the time that Tom borrowed some cash and never returned it. Then there was the time that Jake bore a hole into the snare of his drumset. Then it all occured to him, all those times that they should've paid him for all the stuff they took, borrowed, or broke. Then he started thinking about the team never really appreciating all that he did for them. He thought, "hey, the team more or less owes me $200.. ill just tell the coach the uniforms costed around $500. piece of cake.." He leaves the store, shutting the door behind him. He takes the extra "uniform-cash" and slips it in his wallet. He kisses the envelope, crumples it, and scores it into a nearby garbage can. So then Shutler walked away with the $200, and spent it all a few months later. The school never knew that they got scammed the extra uniform money..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;THE END: Shutler walks in one day, money spent, and feeling good. He threw a mental smirk at each of his teammates. Then one day, there's a new kid in class. He looked mexican, like a thug who robbed a convenience store to get into the school. After slyly introducing himself as Kein, he sat down next to Shutler. Kein then leaned over to him, "Esse, wassup? I'm Kein. I worked part-time at Costco a few months back. I saw you pocket that 200.. I wanna know how you did it, or the whole school finds out.." TO BE CONTINUED.. Now comes the questions you've been waiting for.. Reply to the entry, then you will recieve an evalutaion on your answers. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1.) Did Shutler deserve the extra uniform-cash? (5 points)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2.) Explain your answer. (3 points)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3.) If you were to write the next part of the story, what would the story end out to be? (7 points)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on a Survey 5</title>
    <published>2007-05-23T11:01:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-23T11:01:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(2 Points) My name:&lt;br&gt;(4 Points) My last name:&lt;br&gt;(4 Points) Who am I in love with(kahit code name, ok na yan:P *something that rhymes with her name:P):&lt;br&gt;(2 Points) Where did we meet:&lt;br&gt;(1 Points) Where do I work:&lt;br&gt;(4 Points) What am I afraid of:&lt;br&gt;(2 Points) Do I smoke :&lt;br&gt;(3 Points) Do I drink:&lt;br&gt;(3 Points) Do you think I'm a virgin:&lt;br&gt;(2 Points) Do I have any siblings:&lt;br&gt;(3 Points) How many:&lt;br&gt;(3 Points) What's one of my favorite things to do:&lt;br&gt;(2 Points) How many piercings do I have:&lt;br&gt;(4 Points) How many tattoos do I have:&lt;br&gt;(4 Points) What's my favorite type of music:&lt;br&gt;(4 Points) Am I shy or outgoing:&lt;br&gt;(3 Points) Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:&lt;br&gt;(2 Points) Whats my favorite color:&lt;br&gt;(3 Points) Name something I hate:&lt;br&gt;(4 Points) Name a talent I have:&lt;br&gt;(4 Points) Whats my phone number:&lt;br&gt;(4 Points) What kind of sneakers do I wear:&lt;br&gt;(4 Points) Do I have any pets:&lt;br&gt;(2 Points) Who am I dating/liking right now:&lt;br&gt;(5 Points) How long have I been dating/liking them:&lt;br&gt;(6 Points) How tall am I:&lt;br&gt;(5 Points) What is my worst habit:&lt;br&gt;(5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;90-94 Points; Lover♥♥♥&lt;br&gt;83-89 Points; Best Friend♥♥&lt;br&gt;78-82 Points; Great Friend.♥&lt;br&gt;64-77 Points; Friend.&lt;br&gt;34-63 Points; You should hang out with me more! Ask me when.&lt;br&gt;14-33 Points; Either you're a crappy friend, or you're a new friend!&lt;br&gt;00-13 Points; You don't know me&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on a Survey 4</title>
    <published>2007-05-23T02:41:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-23T02:41:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1.First Name:&lt;br&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Jose? :&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first four&lt;br&gt;letters of your name, plus izzle)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;HOsizzle :)) labo.. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and&lt;br&gt;fav animal)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Silver Panda.. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (last name,&lt;br&gt;and current street)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Estrella 4th =))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3&lt;br&gt;letters of your last name, first 2&lt;br&gt;letters of your first name, first 3&lt;br&gt;letters of dad's name)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Estnitin.. WTF?! :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite&lt;br&gt;color, favorite drink)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Red Horse :)) de joke :P Red Cherry Coke :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your&lt;br&gt;first name, 3rd letter of your last&lt;br&gt;name, any letter of your middle name,&lt;br&gt;2nd letter of your moms maiden name,&lt;br&gt;3rd letter of your dads middle name,&lt;br&gt;1st letter of a siblings first name,&lt;br&gt;last letter of your moms middle name)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Itsunar.. japanese space man name naman to eh :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (fathers&lt;br&gt;or mothers middle name)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Sing-son! UH! :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. GOTH NAME: (3rd favorite color, and&lt;br&gt;the name of one your pets)&lt;br&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Orange Shorty (the duck) :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;REPOST as My Nine Names&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on a Survey 3</title>
    <published>2007-05-23T02:31:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-23T02:31:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For guys.&lt;br&gt;Answers: On. Off, Don't care (DC)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dresses like a grandma: off&lt;br&gt;plays musical instrument: on&lt;br&gt;is shorter than you: on, i love the little people :P&lt;br&gt;same height as you: ice lang, 50% on :P&lt;br&gt;is taller than you: off&lt;br&gt;has green eyes: nb nb.. :)) on na rin&lt;br&gt;blue eyes: same.. on ;)&lt;br&gt;has brown eyes: on&lt;br&gt;has long hair: if your hair is not the LONG hair that reaches up to the ass.. then its on :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;has med. hair: on&lt;br&gt;has short hair: jayla from america's next top model ;) perfect un :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;drinks alcohol: izzayt.. dc&lt;br&gt;smokes cigs: izzayr with me..dc&lt;br&gt;smokes weed: definitely OFF :|&lt;br&gt;wears glasses: some girls look better with glasses :&amp;gt; so, 50% on :P&lt;br&gt;has blonde hair: more on the brunnete.. dc&lt;br&gt;has brown hair: ON :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;has red hair: unless its its lindsay lohan and she's high on e, its off :P&lt;br&gt;works out: dc, just as long as your muscles wont be bigger than mine :P kakahiya :P&lt;br&gt;smiles: ON :D i smile too! :)) :P&lt;br&gt;calls you just to say hi: ON :)&lt;br&gt;creative: yahuh, on :D&lt;br&gt;compliments you: let me do that nalang, dc&lt;br&gt;shaves her legs: dc, just dont naman let it grow longer than mine.. :))&lt;br&gt;wears jewelry: off, keep it simple. even if you dont got make-up ;)&lt;br&gt;has bigger feet than you: WTF?! :)) dc&lt;br&gt;has smaller feet than you: awwwww.. :"&amp;gt; ON :D&lt;br&gt;smiles when you walk into the room: any way you look at it, its an on :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;belly piercings: im going from off to dc.. just dont get one :P&lt;br&gt;virgin: dc, but i dont wanna be dating a slut ;)&lt;br&gt;doesn't party: HA. you gotta be able to keep up wit me. OFF&lt;br&gt;likes to party: ON :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;laughs a lot: on :)&lt;br&gt;pierced ears: dc, im not a fan of jewelry and make-up. i think girls look better without ;) :&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;pierced anywhere else: WHERE ELSE?! OFF! :))&lt;br&gt;tattoos: only if it's the "GODSEND" tattoos. :)) dc naman ;)&lt;br&gt;honest and open: on :D&lt;br&gt;goes to church: dc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on a Survey 2</title>
    <published>2007-05-22T15:57:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T15:57:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. Name a friend whose name starts&lt;br&gt;with the letter "M":&lt;br&gt;+ Mommy :&amp;gt; :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Who's the 1st person on your&lt;br&gt;received calls list?&lt;br&gt;+ hmmm.. dad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. What did the last text message you&lt;br&gt;received say?&lt;br&gt;+ Kc. Dad w0nt be g0ing to singap0re with up.=P dba dalawa lng naman ung ch0ices: build a h0use or sleep0ver with d p0or? (from capa :)) )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br&gt;+ sometimes.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Do you have curly hair?&lt;br&gt;+ pede both? :)) curly i guess :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. What is the next concert you're&lt;br&gt;going to?&lt;br&gt;+ concert ni timo in mga 10 years :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. What's your favorite color/s?&lt;br&gt;+ red, white, silver&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. What is something you say a lot&lt;br&gt;today?&lt;br&gt;+ AMP! :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br&gt;+ belgian fries! mmmmmm :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. Have you seen the movie "Donnie&lt;br&gt;Darko"?&lt;br&gt;+ nah..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. Do you have work tomorrow?&lt;br&gt;+ hopefully..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. Is marriage in your future?&lt;br&gt;+ HA. only drew knows :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. When was the last time you said "I&lt;br&gt;love you"?&lt;br&gt;+ that i meant? never :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br&gt;+ eating.. damn im hungry!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. Do you have a nickname?&lt;br&gt;+ Nike B)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br&gt;+ i dont think so, but i wake up late :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. When was the last time you used a&lt;br&gt;skateboard?&lt;br&gt;+ never :|&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. What is the best movie you've seen&lt;br&gt;in the past two weeks?&lt;br&gt;+ shrek 3 prolly.. havent seen spidey 3 tho.. :|&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. Did you cry today?&lt;br&gt;+ HA. :|&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. Do you like someone right now?&lt;br&gt;+ YOU :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21. Are you currently playing any&lt;br&gt;sports?&lt;br&gt;+ PARKOUR!!! :)) basketball, billiards, you name it ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22. Last time you listened to music?&lt;br&gt;+ while ago..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;23. Last time you watched tv?&lt;br&gt;+ few hours ago..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24. Do you miss someone right now?&lt;br&gt;+ si Liza kasi wala sha sa EK :|&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;25. What are you doing at this very&lt;br&gt;moment?&lt;br&gt;+ texting, chatting, multiply, and this survey&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;26. Who is the last person you talked&lt;br&gt;on the phone with?&lt;br&gt;+ Timo who called in from saudi :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;27. Are any of your friends going to&lt;br&gt;fill this out?&lt;br&gt;+ bet they would :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on Names</title>
    <published>2007-05-22T15:36:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-22T15:36:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;N: can kick ur butt&lt;br&gt;I: Loves to laugh&lt;br&gt;K: Really silly&lt;br&gt;E: easy to fall in love with ---&amp;gt; :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;E: -&lt;br&gt;S: Lives life for fun &lt;br&gt;T: Great kisser ---&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;:&amp;gt; :))&lt;br&gt;R: Good bf/gf ---&amp;gt; wow :))&lt;br&gt;E: -&lt;br&gt;L: BEST SMILE ---&amp;gt; HA. :D&lt;br&gt;L: -&lt;br&gt;A: Gorgeous ---&amp;gt; i know i am :))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Gorgeous&lt;br&gt;B: Loves people&lt;br&gt;C: Really easy to fall in love with&lt;br&gt;D: Is great in bed&lt;br&gt;E: easy to fall in love with&lt;br&gt;F: People wild and crazy adore you&lt;br&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do&lt;br&gt;H: Freakin' beautiful eyes&lt;br&gt;I: Loves to laugh&lt;br&gt;J: Makes people laugh&lt;br&gt;K: Really silly&lt;br&gt;L: BEST SMILE&lt;br&gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;br&gt;N: can kick ur butt&lt;br&gt;O: Has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br&gt;P: Popular with all types of people&lt;br&gt;Q: A hypocrite&lt;br&gt;R: Good bf/gf&lt;br&gt;S: Lives life for fun&lt;br&gt;T: Great kisser&lt;br&gt;U: Gets blamed for everything&lt;br&gt;V: Not judgmental&lt;br&gt;W: Very broad minded&lt;br&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do&lt;br&gt;Y: Loved by everyone&lt;br&gt;Z: Lives life for fun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;repost this with "Find out the meaning of your name!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on Guys</title>
    <published>2007-04-21T19:08:45Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-21T19:08:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;After 15 years of being a guy, I've learned some pretty cool things along the way.. Just keep in mind that these are opinions no matter how wrong they seem to be. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ladies, this is a must-read so you can find out the kind of guy you're with.. Friend or more than that. It'll help you realize some things guys do, and their different personalities.. Enjoy! &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Pretender&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It's a known fact that the third sex is a more appealing friend for a girl. They say it's easier to talk about things because they have the boy's point of view, without the boy's malice. But did you ever come to think that the apparent "fag" you're with is just pretending to be homosexual to get closer to you? I'm not saying that every homosexual friend does this, but there are some guys that in fact, lower their pride to do this. It's called desperation.. Watch out for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What he does:&lt;/b&gt; Even for a homosexual, he touches you a lot. Chance-ing? Of course! This is what the Pretender lives for. Free chance-ing without the suspicion of him being just another guy who wants to get in your pants. It's probably the way he was raised, or a mentality, but remember, a gay person thinks themselves as women too. Use your judgement and ask yourself, "Do my other friends do this to me?" If your answer is yes, then chances are, he is in fact a homosexual. Flying arms, screeching, and slight attraction to the males in your group are things you look at. If you say no, then you know whats up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What you do: &lt;/b&gt;It actually depends on you. If you are totally ok with having him do those things to you, whatever is may be, then its your call. But if you don't like it, here's what you do. First of all, no matter how badly you want him to stop, the worst thing to do is confront him. He might actually not turn out to be a Pretender after all. You just ask him one time, "Why do you always touch me?" Rephrase that into something that'll sound like you, and you've got it solid. Then after askin him, tell him honestly that you don't like it. The trick is to tell him gently without being too forward about it. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Emotional&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Expect this guy to have been through a lot. It is not always the case that the guy is handsome, because he's usually the type to show his inner feelings for someone better than any other kind of guy. There are some bad sides to it though. Check it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What he does: &lt;/b&gt;This guy's experienced. At age 15-16, I'd say he's had 1 to about 4 girlfriends or "M.U's". The thing about this guy is that no matter how good or bad he may look, his actions and words will always speak louder than his physical appearance. This is what girls usually fall for. Unfortunately, he tends to want to get the relationship goin, even when there's nothing to be going with. Think of your guy as the driver, and you the car. You don't have the wheels to mobilize, but your idiot boyfriend starts the car and rams his foot into the gas pedal. And if you don't play along, he'll get all hyped up and start a fight. On the other hand, you will be in his good graces for as long as you are the girl he's pursuing. Unfortunately, again, you'll have to deal with his past along with his present. Ever hear the line, "Can we not go there? It reminds me of someone.." or a similar one? Yes, he falls under this category of guys. Every single time he encounters a memory with his ex, you'll always have to take the burden of hearing him whine and mope about it. He is usually self-absorbed. If he is not concentrated on you, he'll be thinking about himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What you do: &lt;/b&gt;You chose the guy, so there's definitely something you liked about his personality that made you fall head over heels. Just always think of the positives. What really helps actually as cheesy as it sounds, is to keep a "Love-Hate Box". This little box, from shoe-box to expensive treasure chest, contains a list of reasons why you love/hate the guy. First, get a long piece of paper, or small strips, or anything you can think of to write with, then list down every single thing that makes you happy about the guy. "I love it when he hugs me during the movies while i snuggle with his comfy jacket", something like that would do. Keep in mind that you have to list the specific thing, or else you wont remember that instance on which you wrote on the paper. Now on another list, or another color of ink if you decide to use the strips of paper, you write why you hate him. Take note: you will only look at this once in your life after you've written it. As with the Love Box, be specific. Write all the things you hate about him. This will be used in the break-up period. After reading, it's a good idea to burn the box. Makes you feel good!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The Shy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The opposite of the Emotional, he has trouble telling you what he really feels. Usually populated by the insecure people, statistics show that it's usually the good-looking guys who suffer from being in this category. They aren't so to speak insecure of how they look, they just really don't know what to say to you. Chances are, if you think your guy falls under this category, you can call yourself hot. Don't overdo it though. You may look like a goddess to him, but too all other guys, you may be butt-ugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What he does: &lt;/b&gt;Famous for the one liner texts. Text 1: "Hey.Ü", Text 2: "Nothing much..u?Ü", Text 3: "Oh aryt, just checking..take care!Ü" Uh-huh, you can relate, can you? Shy guys take the longest to progress in the relationship. This group may be highly consisting of nerds, which is a big reason for you not to play hard-to-get or they end up just leaving you hanging. The cool thing about this guy is that you, yes you baby, have the control! This guy is easily manipulated because he is looking skyward. Be careful ladies, for the Shy guys are made-up of 25% shy, 25% insecure, 50% jealous. They see you with your brother in the mall and they'll get paranoid. Thing is, you can never really tell since he keeps it all to himself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What you do: &lt;/b&gt;Be the talkative one in the relationship. If you ask enough questions, he's bound to open up to you some time. But the most important virtue here is patience. As mentioned above, he is the slowest progressing guy category. It really takes time to get this guy moving. A good idea is to get him to try new things. Usually the conservative type, you can let him take you out to new places that you suggest, get him to wear new clothes, anything new that you can suggest for him. One day he'll just stop and think of all the good things you've done for him, and he'll come to his senses and move along with you, the way you want it to.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The Thinker&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Did you ever feel that somehow, you're guy is always one move ahead of you? Like you feel he knows what you're thinking? Or knows what you're gonna say next? That one's a Thinker. Very analitical, usually hooked up in any game that allows you to think and strategize. He's intelligent no doubt, but not really the best looking about 75% of the time. This guy may be your best friend, or a really close one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What he does: &lt;/b&gt;As the title suggests, he thinks. Thinks before every move. He plans on what he thinks is right, gathering information from every single source, be it peers or media. He will always think before talking. You will often see this guy spacing out during group work, or other things you do together. In this period, he's thinking intently of what to do next. "If i do this, then for sure, this will happen. But if i do this, there's a chance that this may happen, then lead to.." and it goes on and on and on until he thinks of a way to get to you the best. Often artistic too, sometimes he writes you letters instead of saying it to you in person. Sometimes, Thinker comes mixed with Shy, maybe explaining why he still hasn't talked to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What you do: &lt;/b&gt;Just wait and see what happens. Thinker stops and spaces out. He thinks. Therefore there must be something coming from all that brain power. While he uses your time to think of his next move, you should use this momentary cease fire to just sit back, and relax. The good thing about Thinker is that he can wait. And he's willing to. So if you like playing with your boy, before answering him, wait a few weeks or months. The suspense won't kill him. It just gives him a bigger thrill when he finds out you finally said yes.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The Naughty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As the generation nears the new dawn of age, they get more intact with their sexuality. In my opinion, the new generation coming after us will be a hornier breed of men and women. Take a look at your younger siblings. They resemble the new age. Admit it, they know more than you when you were that age right? You do realize that as time moves, media must develop in order to fit in with the present. They even pump cartoons with subliminal messages. They affect the way kids think right now. Honestly, have you ever seen a highly-rated movie without any form of sexuality involved? Enough with the lecture, lets get down to business..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What he does: &lt;/b&gt;In most cases, just by looking at the guy, you can tell he's trouble. Not with the Naughty. He can be anyone. Everyone has a bad side, and they chose to let it out. It attracts some women, and repels others. The Naughty statistically consist of the good-looking, the players, the "bad boys", and the related. May also carry part of the Thinker, he definitely thinks about his next moves. Although pretty clumsy and stupid, he is more often than not interested in you to use you. He may also have the arsenal of money, cigarettes, alcohol and possibly drugs to bribe you into a little "good time". Don't be oblivious. There ARE indeed people that you know that do this. You may actually have already fallen victim into this endeavor. If his one-track mind of you is a one-night stand, then your relationship isn't goin anywhere obviously. This guy's good for fun cause this is where he lives. He thrives on your inner passion to get busy. He will use you unless you have a good judgement of right and wrong. But even after that, this bad ass can still get you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What you do: &lt;/b&gt;Face it, you won't get anything solid from this category of guys. They can be 10 times more fun compared to the regular guy, but hey, its all up to you. My suggestion if you want a better guy than this is to DEAL with it. Drop Everything And Leave. Don't be afraid to release emotions with this guy. If he used you, or abused you, its time to let him know that you want out. Move on, he doesn't love you, he lusts you.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;For now, that's all the info i could think of, but i know i got some more. Just keep checkin this entry at the start of May since I'll be back by then. Comments please and thank you.. Peace!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on the Crew</title>
    <published>2007-04-18T23:13:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-18T23:13:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ffffff"&gt;This post is for the "crew"! :&amp;gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timo..&lt;/strong&gt; DA! :)) GG NA POW KOWYA!! :)) He's everyone's dad cause he looks like one! :P OH MY GOD, NO WAY!!! :)) Ever since first year, Da and I have always been the ones with the "women". It would be a soiree of 20 girls, and the two of us! :&amp;gt; :)) Whether it would be Eastwood, his place, or my place, he would YAB. :)) :P Hard-ass drink-er man with a gay sense of humor.. :&amp;gt; What I like most about Timo is that he can really play the guitar and make up weird songs which always make us laugh.. ;) Timo, DEHINDZ PARE!!! :)) Mikikikikikikiki!! :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cito..&lt;/strong&gt; BRO! :&amp;gt; This here's my brother. He is NOT, I repeat, NOT gay! :D Mahurhurhurhurhur! :)) Even if he colors his pinky nail black, he is still NOT gay. :)) He does NOT, I repeat, NOT pose a striking resemblance to Neil.. Ok?! :)) There, i said it! :)) Cito's a good sport since he doesn't cry when all the shit happens to him whenever we go out. :)) Mr. Pogi at both interactions 'empre! :&amp;gt; :)) What I like most about Cito is that no matter what situation he's in, emotional or not, he always finds some way to say something annoying and make the crew laugh.. ;) "Time-out" man.. Take your time.. ;) Remember the cards.. :&amp;gt; :)) "It's me and you.. I've been waiting, think I'm gonna make a mooooove.. Baby tell me if you like it!" :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iya..&lt;/strong&gt; MOMMY! :D She's my mommy since she also looks like one! :)) Chill honey, chill.. :)) She's an honorary 3-Katarungan member who knows how to hold her drink, and is always there for Cassie during her moments. :&amp;gt; :)) Did you know, when she takes off her glasses, she looks like Keira Knightley? :&amp;gt; :)) Everything I am today, I prolly got from her. Nice looks, good sense of humor, takes a shower everyday.. You know, those kinds of stuff. :)) I can always count on mommy dearest to give me advice on whatever I do, and she also comes to me for questions, comments and suggestions on "how stupid boys are".. :)) What I like most about Iya is that no matter what happens in life, I know my mommy's gonna take care of me.. :&amp;gt; :)) She is NOT, I repeat, is NOT two people! :)) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kat'am..&lt;/strong&gt; BABY! :"&amp;gt; :)) She's a guy. :| :)) No, but seriously, she's my baby sister.. :D Kat'am was my prom date! :&amp;gt; And my Valentine's.. :&amp;gt; :)) We've been through a lot, from Shisha-Sessions, to our H2H moments. :)) She set up the interaction with Tomic and I, and from that day, it was a sign, when our sections were paired, that our crew would be the tightest for a long long time.. :) She loves Arctic Apple and Gin-Sprite! :)) It's fun to be with Kat'am whenever we play Slapjack, cause she's always the last one to react.. :)) Since the first ever soiree a year ago, up to know, we've managed to stay the best of friends along wit the other members of the crew. ;) What I like most about Kat'am is that she's super honest and loves to talk.. That way, we never run out of things to talk about.. ;) One day, I'm gonna get her nose! :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liza..&lt;/strong&gt; WEEEZA! :D She's my other baby sister! :D Liza is the cutest little girl in the world! :)) You can put her in your pocket! :)) Whenever we're with her, the crew is twice as fun, since she loves to run around and shout, "TIMOOOOO AYAAAAAAAAAAW!!!" :)) She's witty since she can think of all these things to say that'd make you just wanna shut up. :| But they're hella funny! :)) It's guaranteed that every time we're with each other, that ther'll be another good million laughs. :P&amp;nbsp; What I like most about Liza is that less than a day after we just met, I already miss her and her cute laugh.. :)) No one can mess wit Liza cause she's got the 3 Spartans! :&amp;gt; :)) 'empre! :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to the others that weren't able to show up, but we still love.. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cassie..&lt;/strong&gt; CLAIRE! :)) This is my sister too! ;) Cassie and I spend countless hours chatting about so many different things. From love, to hate, to COOLandCLEAN Iced Tea! :)) She's so funny cause one time she texted me using her maid's phone.. "eLoHwZ p0h nike!Ü muZtaHz na p0h u? i jaZ wnTed 2 gRiT u a gUd am! ^_^ i miZ u nah, wE nah EwUd? haW mAtz nga paLa iz my uTangz to u? &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; o btw, rEp k nlnG s f0n q. la n mE loDz.. T_T paseNdz nLng p0h kUng may pis0 pa u. ty nlnG p0h nike!Ü" =)) That was the funniest thing i deleted the whole day! :)) She can drink, but when she does, she needs hugs. "Nike, you're like a big brother to me you know that? Gimme a hug.. Huuuuuuuuuuuug" =)) What I like most about Cassie is that I can talk to her about almost anything cause she shares the perspective of both parties involved and tries to get a natural feel of things before undergoing a pending task at hand.. :&amp;gt; Bet you didn't get that last part, did ya? :))&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh..&lt;/strong&gt; MAMI! :&amp;gt; :)) Another addition to my collection of sisters. :P Josh was the first ever girl from Gabay to text me about the soiree. She was the nicest, and left a good long lasting first impression. She's sweet, just like Strawberry Shisha! :)) Stick to your man, Josh.. Get it? STICK to your man. *fake laughs* :)) Good times, good times.. Josh had the best partner during the interaction.. "Nikeeeee! :( Ayaw ako ng partner ko.. :( Shinushhhhh nya ko.. :(" :)) With the award-winning pout. :)) Priceless.. :P Then after I said that I'll talk to him, she gave another award-winning smile! :)) what I like most about Josh is that she's adventurous, and likes to try so many different things, even if it takes half a n hour to convince her to do something.. :P That way, Shisha became her current addiction. :&amp;gt; :)) Goodluck and stay strong Josh.. ;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luigi..&lt;/strong&gt; BISPRENZ! :)) Now this one's also my sister.. :D :)) No, I think he's my cousin.. :&amp;gt; :)) He looks like the combination of Borat, a twig, a branch, a twig, a twig and.. Borat! =)) But still finds some way to stay handsome.. Shhhhhh.. I think he eats virgins.. =)) I really only got to know him during the year, so I've got little to say bout him. :P What I like about Luigi is that he can switch easily from GELPRENZ mode to BISPRENZ mode, allowing him to stay cool with the group even if his "love-mate" is hot. =)) We gotta continue the Baguio thing dude.. So we can have some R-15 fun! :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ffffff"&gt;This is all for now since I woke up at around 5:00am to cook breakfast before Timo left and I wanna go back to bed. I'll add about the "bonding" day wit the crew next time. :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on Cleo</title>
    <published>2007-03-15T11:44:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T15:21:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>How Could You by Mario</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Monotype Corsiva&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #993366"&gt;“Desperate Eyes”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Monotype Corsiva&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;How could you let somebody lay where I lay? How could you give him everything that we made? How could you call him the names you used to call me? How could you just forget about me?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was perfect. I wasn’t. But there was something about the two of us that kept us together for quite some time..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="8" day="14" year="2006"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;August 14, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;. I met her on the train, it was late, and I had to get home. I was wearing my favorite blue shirt with a printed 13 at the back that time. I remember it like it was yesterday. She had long, black hair that reflected the light whenever she turned her head. She was short, about 5”3’, and that just added to how cute she was. She was wearing a tight red shirt, those torn short skirts, and flip flops. She fancied those Baller bands, wearing two of them on her right wrist. The first time I saw her, I just stared. Everything about her, I found attractive.. But she was a bad girl, judging from the way she dressed. She looked my way, and I gave her a smile. She caught my eye for a second, then turned away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="9" day="18" year="2006"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;September 18, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;. The next time I met her was in a restaurant. I went in with my friends from school. She was with her girl friends too, drinking. She was holding a bottle of beer, and was laughing aloud with the table. Then, for the second most awkward moment in my life, she looked my way again. This time, she sort of recognized me, gave me a puzzled look, and just shrugged the thought with a large sip. I pretended not to notice, but deep inside, I was glad that she actually sort of recognized me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;October 11. 2006. Third time’s the charm when we met again, since it was our interaction. The school hosts an interaction between two neighboring schools in hopes of getting rid of the “first time jitters” of relating with the opposite sex. Each of us guys was paired with a girl. When my name was called, I stood up to take a number, and sat beside my partner. By now, you can guess who my partner became. Yup, it was her. Again, she shot me that puzzled look, like she saw me from somewhere. We introduced each other, and I learned her name was Cleo. “I know I’ve met you before.. Do you take the train going home?” she asked me first. “Everyday!” I sheepishly said with a grin. “Do you go to Mario’s, the restaurant beside the ice cream shop at West Wood?” she asked again. With the memory of her drinking at Mario’s, indeed the restaurant beside the ice cream shop at West Wood, I replied, “I’m there every Saturday.” “I knew I saw you somewhere!” and that’s the time I saw it. Her eyes were beautiful. She was smiling, and I just gave her a blank look. I was focused on her eyes for what I recall was about five minutes. I felt like I was lost at sea, drifting to the unknown horizon..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Hello?” she waved her hand over my face. “You OK?” Then I came back to myself. I was back in the air-conditioned room. “I’m sorry.. I just.. Oh never mind..” I said with a sigh. Then she giggled. We both laughed at what had just happened. Then the interaction went on smoothly. After the event, we exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch, hopefully to meet sometime at Mario’s.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;4 months passed of meeting each other every weekend, everyday texting and hours on the phone. We were happy whenever we were together. One weekend, I asked her to catch a movie with me. She automatically said yes, and that meant another hour and a half of her wrapped in my arms. We watched Click, the movie about Adam Sandler acquiring a universal remote control, allowing him to manipulate anything and everything about his surroundings. There was one part when he pressed the rewind button to return him to see their first date. It was at a pub, the presence was of the 90’s. Smiling to himself, he wrote on a napkin, “First kiss time?” then passed it. His wife wrote, “Will you still love me in the morning?” and gave the napkin back. Again, smiling to himself, he wrote, “Forever and ever babe.. ” and leaned in for the kiss. I remember the scene when he was about to die. It was a dark night, rain pouring hard like arrows from the coulds, and his family around him. Before he breathed his last, he gave his wife a piece of paper which he wrote earlier. “Will you still love me in the morning?” Tears in her eyes, the wife replied, “Forever and ever babe..”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After the movie, we headed to Andwa, an African-themed restaurant. We shared one dish, and one iced tea, classically sipping from two straws from the same glass. We talked for a while and&amp;nbsp;began to&amp;nbsp;stroll around the mall. I took out my camera and put my arm around her. We both posed,&amp;nbsp;then her eyes were captured on a photograph for me to keep forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="1" day="2" year="2007"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;January 2, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;. We were official. Every second I spent with her was like heaven. We fought at times, but after a while, I’d apologize, then she’d follow. Then everything would go back to being us. Everything was going my way. As long as I had Cleo with me, my life, as I thought at that time, would be complete..&amp;nbsp;But the thing that&amp;nbsp;really made me remember this day was the first time i saw&amp;nbsp;her cry..&amp;nbsp;That night, we were&amp;nbsp;lying in the grass in the park, just staring at the clear night sky filled with glistening stars. Then she&amp;nbsp;lifted her head, then leaned on my chest. She put her arms around me, and&amp;nbsp;I remember the specific feeling of warmth.. I put my arms around&amp;nbsp;her too, then&amp;nbsp;I whispered,&amp;nbsp;"Will you still love me in the morning?" Then&amp;nbsp;she didn't move.. I heard a sniff.. Then she looked up to me, her eyes filled with tears. I would never forget that feeling.. When&amp;nbsp;I felt so strong, I held you in my arms with&amp;nbsp;complete confidence that I'd be able to&amp;nbsp;protect you from anything.. I&amp;nbsp;had the feeling&amp;nbsp;she&amp;nbsp;belonged to me..&amp;nbsp;But i felt so weak, that&amp;nbsp;I had to go through a complete half hour of hearing you sob.. Not being able to do anything but wait for my heart to melt..&amp;nbsp;Her small, watery eyes, were blocked by soft streams of tears.. Nothing prepared me for the first time&amp;nbsp;she cried.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="2" day="14" year="2007"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;February 14, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;. We agreed to make this day our “half-year-sary” since it was six months ago that we first met each other on the train. We were supposed to meet at about 6 at West Wood for a bite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="15" minute="30"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;3:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;, my phone was low on battery. I was preparing for the date, buying flowers for Cleo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="15" minute="45"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;3:45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;, my phone died, but I was still out, buying a stuffed toy for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="16" minute="30"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;4:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;, I got home and ate a bit, completely forgetting about my phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="17" minute="0"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;5:00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;, I started to shower and get ready for the date. I finished late, only leaving the house at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="18" minute="0"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;6pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;. As I drove to West Wood, passing a few shortcuts, I remembered that I forgot to charge my phone. I had no intention of going back, since I was already there at the entrance. As I walked towards Andwa, thinking it would be the first place she’d go to, I stopped dead in my tracks. There, in front of me, I saw Cleo sitting beside some other guy. I couldn’t believe it. She was holding another guy’s hand.. She was giving her the smile she gave only to me.. She even leaned on him and gave him a hug, exactly as she did to me that night..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For what seemed like an eternity, I just stood there and watched the two of them get sweet. I couldn’t believe that I actually loved someone that was actually playing me.. But I wasn’t ready for what came up next..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I kept everything inside, stiffening to keep even a single drop of a tear to roll down my cheek. I stayed strong.. But then I got home, and charged my phone. I shouldn’t have. There, as it played the Nokia jingle when the phone starts up, lay the message that explained everything. “babe, im n0t goin t0 b able t0 meet wit u tonyt. :( my family has a reuni0n at d pr0vince. :| my m0m super ap0l0gized t0 me. :| im super BV ryt n0w that im n0t talkin t0 any1.. :( keep me c0mpany? :)”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She lied to me.. She even had the nerve to smile.. So she could spend time with that other asshole.. That text broke me.. Nothing was going to explain what she did to me.. I threw my phone straight to the wall.. I ran to my room and started beating the pillows on my bed. I screamed my lungs out, until nothing came out anymore.. That night, my mind knew no sleep. All I wanted to know was “WHY??”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wasn’t I good enough for her? Why did she have to get another man? Why didn’t she just tell me that I wasn’t making her happy? Why did I ever have to fall in love with her?&amp;nbsp;Why did she cry for me?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;With my phone broken, there was no contact for four days. She didn’t come over to check on anything. But I gave in, and finally visited her. I told her that my phone got stolen. She gave me a hug and I forced myself not to react, not to let her know that anything happened.. So after that, we went out, back to West Wood, so she could “make-up” for that night she “was having a family reunion”. I treated her to her usual at Andwa, then we went around to watch a movie. Just like the last time we watched Click, she took my arms and put them around her. “Keep me warm..”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;How long could I go on resisting the truth?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="7" day="22" year="2007"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;July 22, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;. About 1 month before our 1st year together. Tragedy struck. Cleo got into an accident. Apparently, the other guy was driving drunk. She was in the passenger seat. He ran on the red light, crashed with 2 other cars and a truck transporting metal poles. The guy died, suffering from&amp;nbsp;several serious injuries in different internal organs and severe loss of blood due to one of the poles from the truck impaling him to his seat. To my surprise, Cleo lived. Unfortunately though, she crashed face first into the windshield, shattering the glass, sending thousands of tiny glass shards flying all over her face. They entered her eyes. Her beautiful eyes that I fell in love with.. The eyes that made me tell her that I’d love her forever and ever..&amp;nbsp;God became so cruel, twisting her once beautiful face into a grotesque figure, gouging her eyes out and replacing it with debris from the&amp;nbsp;accident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="8" day="14" year="2007"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;August 14, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;. She wakes up in the hospital, being confined for about 23 days. She was released during our first anniversary. Cleo never knew what happened after that accident. All she knew was that she crashed into the windshield, the horrifying scene playing over and over in her head like a bad nightmare. She remembers the prickly pieces of glass entering her eyes.. But she never knew that I was beside her the whole time, not sleeping every other day, in hopes of her waking up and giving me a smile. I was the one who checked her in the hospital, and paid for her bills. She never knew a lot of things.. including how much love I felt for her even after I saw her with another guy…&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Still groggy and not thinking straight, she gets on a train, hoping to get home and wanting to know what happened during her confinement. As she steps off the platform, she notices a familiar person. Blue shirt, 13 printed on the back, had dark glasses and a seeing-eye dog. This blind guy was holding a printed picture, but drops it. As the blind man slowly slides his hands over the floor to see where the picture went, Cleo leans over and picks it up easily, and hands it back. She was able to glance at the picture. What she saw made her cry her eyes out.. It was her, smiling. She was in some guy’s arms.. Then she looks up and hands the picture back, tears rolling down her eyes.. The blind guy smiles and thanks her for handing him back the picture. This made her leave the train immediately, her chest filling with pressure.&amp;nbsp;She takes deep gasps for breath, but all the pain contained within her was eating her from the inside.. She regretted ever having a man on the side, now that she new.. She wanted to bring it all out.. She wanted her tears to flow like when she cried for me.. But she couldn’t.. Cause she knew that the eyes she was crying out weren’t hers..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I did mean it when I said, “Forever and ever babe..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on Love</title>
    <published>2007-03-03T17:51:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T15:27:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ghost Man on Third by Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; COLOR: #339966; FONT-FAMILY: &amp;#39;Monotype Corsiva&amp;#39;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; " You Decide..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #339966"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Why can't&amp;nbsp;I feel anything from anyone other than you?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A great friend told me.. "Love is not just a feeling.. If you base it on that, then what if you wake up in the morning and you don't feel it anymore? Do you just walk up and leave? Love is a commitment.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With these words of wisdom in mind, it really changed my point of view in things.. Is what I'm feeling now just love, or&amp;nbsp;just a crush? What if suddenly one day I wake up, and don't feel it anymore,&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;I just leave&amp;nbsp;the person I'm with? It's pretty funny when you hear people telling someone else that they love them.. Then a few weeks or months later, they break up. Now as you read this entry, you might realize that&amp;nbsp;LOVE is a word people use in vain.. So, the people who break up never actually loved the person, they just really really really really really like them.&amp;nbsp;Kinda changes&amp;nbsp;the way you think huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Talking about "love" all the time maybe&amp;nbsp;creates the impression that I've got someone. But for those who don't really know me, I'm glad to be single! Some conversations&amp;nbsp;with my friends helped me acknowledge that having someone is just a burden..&amp;nbsp;When you think about it, you'll usually have less money for yourself. You'd skip meals in the cafeteria, so during the weekend you can blow it all on her. You'll have less time with your friends. You'll get into trouble more, since you'll do almost anything you can just to steal a few more seconds with her.&amp;nbsp;1/4 of your time, you've got school, family, religion to think about, the rest, goes to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When you court someone,&amp;nbsp;there is always the possibility that they'll never understand what you're doing until you really ask.. "Do you like me&amp;nbsp;in the same way I like you&amp;nbsp;too?" Oh, that's the favorite! Ladies, get used to it. Remember, when you start this first step of a relationship, things WILL definitely get awkward. You're restricting yourself from meeting other people..&amp;nbsp;And subconsciously, you're also actually restricting that person from meeting other people..&amp;nbsp;Result: less opportunities! So much&amp;nbsp;others out there! Why stop here when you're&amp;nbsp;15, young and stupid, when you can just meet, meet, meet? Seriously, there's something&amp;nbsp;called a soiree! Have a&amp;nbsp;"her" now and say goodbye to about 80% of your&amp;nbsp;social gatherings..&amp;nbsp;The other 20%,&amp;nbsp;I'm guessing you'd finally wanna&amp;nbsp;sneak off..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But I'm&amp;nbsp;totally not against having someone. It's a hell of a ride! Especially when the girl reciprocates your feelings. You've&amp;nbsp;always got someone to talk to.. If you dig it, call them baby.. And whenever you're down, you can always rely just seeing her smile brighten up your day. You will never be alone.. You'll always have someone to hold when you need them the most. If you're willing to do everything for her, everything I mentioned above, by all means, go for it! Your trip may be a tall girl with glasses, wearing a white t-shirt,&amp;nbsp;or the small cutie wearing a pink sports shirt, or maybe the older, "more experienced" 3rd year wearing&amp;nbsp;a brown spaghetti strap or whatever you girls call it, but it doesn't matter..&amp;nbsp;When you finally get to that point when you think&amp;nbsp;you're ready to tell her you l*** her, think about it.. Do you really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So to all you guys out there, here's a tip that&amp;nbsp;i know most of you don't&amp;nbsp;do. Always give the girl the options, never force her into anything. The girl you're after may or may not like you, so you gotta work yourself to the top. After a bad day, you'd ask her what happened&amp;nbsp;right? But if&amp;nbsp;she doesn't want to&amp;nbsp;talk about it, do you&amp;nbsp;react in a way that she's forced to tell you anyway? One thing I've learned is that they should always have the choice, and that you should respect that choice no matter what it should be. It shows how much you really "love" or "like" the person.. They'll rarely show their appreciation, but trust me,&amp;nbsp;they'll sleep with a smile on their face knowing&amp;nbsp;that you cared enough to give her&amp;nbsp;her own space..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Greet them goodnight, and they'll&amp;nbsp;treasure your messages when they sleep.. Greet them with a good morning, and they'll treasure the day like its their last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never jeopardize your friendship&amp;nbsp;if you think you can get something more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love is truly a commitment, and when you finally tell someone that dreaded 4 letter word, be sure to mean it. Chances are, they might read this entry, and you'll pretty much be stuck with that person for the rest of your life.. You decide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Love is not overrated, it's lost, waiting for you to&amp;nbsp;claim it.. Give it a hug.. Adopt a love today. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on Reason</title>
    <published>2007-03-02T11:25:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T16:14:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Cute Without the E by Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span monotype="" style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; COLOR: #ff6600; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;“&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span monotype="Monotype" style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; COLOR: #ff6600; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span monotype="Monotype" style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; COLOR: #ff6600; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; COLOR: #ff6600; FONT-FAMILY: " lucida="Lucida"&gt;My Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoping for the best, just hoping nothing happens.. A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins.. I will never ask if you don't ever tell me.. I know you well enough to know you never loved me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can't keep quiet anymore..&amp;nbsp;I'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do you remember the time when you still used to be happy to see me? There was actually a point when&amp;nbsp;I knew you that you'd always be smiling. Every time we'd see each other, even if it was around other guys and girls, you wouldn't be hesitant to scream my name and give me a hug.. Those were the times when&amp;nbsp;I was thankful that I met you. It wasn't obsession, neither was it just another crush. At that time really, it was more than that, but I wasn't sure how to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Looking back,&amp;nbsp;I remember that day after the last day of practice, when we were planning to go to the mall, and you told me your parents wouldn't allow you to go with us anymore. It was at McDonald's when&amp;nbsp;a guy from our table was eating a burger, and he offered it to me cause he said he didn't like it. I offered you some at first, then you declined. Later on though, after taking a bite, you wanted to try some too. Maybe you just wanted to make sure it was clean or something. So I forced you to go with us to the mall, and you kept saying no, pulling my hair, and making a sour face. Later convincing you to text your mom just to see if you'd actually be allowed, we just anxiously waited for her reply. But before she could, you told me that you didn't want to go because you'd be the only girl there. I told you that if you went, we were gonna pick up your friend. After a little more forcing, your mom finally replied and allowed you to join us. You don't know how happy I was that time.. I was going to spend time with the girl of my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So we finally picked up your friend in a taxi. I was in between you two, and you were talking about different things which i usually couldn't relate to, but everytime you'd say something funny, you'd slap me in the hand, laugh, and lean on my shoulder.. I really felt a connection at that time.. So we arrive at the mall, then we go around, eat, drink, you know, the usual. Then the guys play billiards while the girls usually went around some more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Brad and I were playing billiards, and&amp;nbsp;I was no pro. He's been playing for about 4 years now, and he challenged me to a 9-ball game, knowing he had nothing to lose. Everyone pretty much knew that he liked your friend, and I wanted to be there when he finally told her how much he wanted to be with her.. It was probably me enjoying the time that our group was spending, so I challenged Brad to a game. Loser tells the girl everything.. He had your friend, and I had you. He gave a big laugh, seeing my form.. He even told me to hold the stick "this way" and laughed the whole game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *tak*&amp;nbsp;Brad's break.. 6 ball goes into the left corner pocket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *tak* Still Brad's turn.. 1 ball goes in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *tak* Brad's shot sends the 2, 3, and 4 into 3 different holes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *tak* One wrong move and he&amp;nbsp;sinks the 5 and cue ball, setting me up with the 7 and 9 straight at the side pocket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All&amp;nbsp;I pretty much had to do was hit the 7 ball at the right point and it would bounce off the 9, sinking it into the right side pocket. At first, he was psyching me out, calling me names, telling me&amp;nbsp;I couldn't do it. I looked at him, closed my eyes, and BOOM! The 9 ball enters the right side pocket sweetly landing the cue ball where it started the game. I jumped and shouted.. I BEAT BRAD!!! The others who were with us were laughing their hearts out. Me, a 2nd year guy who had no idea how to do the proper bridge, beat the 4th year god at billiards!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But Brad was my best friend, and I couldn't let him go out alone.. I could tell he wasn't having a good time, cause all my other friends&amp;nbsp;were teasing him about it. He had his head bowed for a long time..thinking of what to say.. So I went up to him and said, "Brad, if you tell her how you really feel, I'll go up to "her" too and tell her how I feel about her..Deal?" Brad was really happy to hear that he didn't have to go down alone. We shook on it, and at that exact time, you came back.. You were smiling as usual, and I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We ate and drank some more that night.. Then my dad called. He was asking me what time he was gonna pick me up. I looked at the clock on my phone.. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="9" minute="30"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;9:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;. I quickly said 11, thinking everyone was too drunk and tired to go past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="0" minute="0"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;. When I put down the phone, everyone said they were heading to another drinking spot, and leaving in a while. They invited me to go too. I was hesitant, because i really didn't want to stay past my curfew. They were all forcing me, but it was you that really made me want to stay with you guys.. You pleaded saying my name, and telling me the group wouldn't be complete without me.. A guy like me couldn't say no to that.. Plus you had your "i'd-do-anything-if-you'd-come-stay-with-us" face.. So, risking being caught, I put my hand on your shoulder and said, "Lets go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So we did drink some more, but I made sure that I wasn't drunk enough so I could "tell you". When I was about to leave, I asked if you could accompany me outside.. So and then as we walked down the stairs, I started to share what I've been wanting to say..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Remember when you came to watch our play for the first time? I was still the usher back then, and you were the one I noticed in the crowd.. You were the one who was always smiling, and I really found you cute.. But i thought that you were just those "crushes" you'd meet somewhere and never see again.. Imagine my surprise when one day I see you auditioning for the same theatre group that I was in. I was so happy that you joined.. Now I knew that I had something to look forward to whenever we'd come home at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="19" minute="0"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;7pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; after every practice. At the start, when you were still new, I didn't really talk to you that much, cause there was something really hindering me from doing so. The first rule in the theatre, NO COURTING, was pretty much telling me not to talk to you, since I knew that if I did, the more I'd get close, the more I'd want to be with you, the more I'd want to make you be mine.. But I just had to disregard the rule.. Just this once.. All because I really felt attracted to you.. Well, as I knew myself to be, we really did become close friends, and you'd usually hug me everytime I said I had to leave.. But now, I realized that I don't wanna be just friends.. I really like you, because to me, you're really attractive, you're so fun to be with.. I just wanted you to know that.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You countered this by telling me that I was just drunk. You thought I&amp;nbsp; was messing with you. But I wasn't.. You told me that it was flattering and you were touched by what I just said.. I asked you, "I hope things wouldn't get awkward between us now that I kinda told you everything.." You told me NOTHING would change.. And so I thanked you.. I hugged you, and kissed the side of your head.. I didn't want this moment to end.. But it was nearing 11.. I had to go, so for one last time.. I did it again.. I bade you goodbye with another hug and kiss.. And i walked to go home with a smile, and my heart telling me you were the one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Though as the months passed, you became more and more distant.. You would constantly ignore me.. You would tease me in front of the other people in the theatre.. And i knew, oh how&amp;nbsp;I wanted to shout it out, that it was because of what I said.. But I never told you anything about it. I would still text you with a smile.. I would still wear that mask of happiness, over that dark face that just wanted to break&amp;nbsp;down and cry.. You never knew how&amp;nbsp;hurt&amp;nbsp;I felt eveytime I'd see you hug another guy and just raise your eyebrow at me when saying goodbye.. You dont know how much I had to go through to resist your constant "rudeness".. At night, when I could finally frown, I'd burry myself in my pillows and just scream.. I cried once,&amp;nbsp;thinking&amp;nbsp;of what couldv'e been.. If I never told you&amp;nbsp;I liked you, none of this would ever have happened.. But&amp;nbsp;it was all my fault. If I had controlled my emotions like i should've, we would still be close friends up to now..&amp;nbsp;You wouldn't treat me like shit&amp;nbsp;whenever we see each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had enough of it.. I had to talk to you about it.. One night, at another drinking session with&amp;nbsp;the group, while you were alone between the two cars, the usual make-out spot, I&amp;nbsp;told you&amp;nbsp;I wanted to talk to you.. So we did..&amp;nbsp;I said my side.. And you told me yours.. You told me that you were doing those things on&amp;nbsp;purpose, because you didn't want me to like you.. You said you weren't&amp;nbsp;pretty or anything.. I told you you were..&amp;nbsp;So we talked and talked.. We were standing there for an hour.. But it was worth it because we settled everything.. We promised each other that we'd stay friends only.. And somehow I was happy that everything was going back to normal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For a while, eveything was back to normal.. We actually spoke to each other again. Though I never got the hugs at the end of the day, I didn't complain, nor look for it, because I was just glad to have us back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nowadays though.. I've noticed something.. Whenever we are with Brad and the other guys, how come you don't talk to me that often? You're only nice when you want something.. But when I see you out, when the "group" isn't around, you even lean over for a kiss on the cheek. I don't understand.. Is it because you like Brad? Is it because you want to show your friends you can kiss a guy without hesitation? Am I just for show??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don't feel like talking anymore.. I won't be surprised if you just slowly drift away from my life.. I still wanna talk though, cause I know I'll always remember all those nights we just chilled and drank the night away.. Nothing really happened between us, but as friends, don't we owe each other even a little bit of respect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Think about it..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm willing to wait for you until forever.. but you make forever seem like never.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For those of you who want to know the ending of the other side, Brad and the friend did get together through a letter that Brad wrote. They are now having a happy relationship..sort of. ;) I wish Brad and his girl a long and happy one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on Danny</title>
    <published>2007-02-26T14:26:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T15:35:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Let Me Love You Remix by Mario</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span monotype="" style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; COLOR: white; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;Carpe Diem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;To the world, you may be one person.. But to one person, you may be the world.. You just don't know it yet&amp;nbsp;baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Isn't it hard to please the one you want? They always seem so hard to reach.. You want things to be perfect for them.. You may "change your hairstyle just so he'd take another look at you", or put on your best mood for that person even if you've had the worst day. Everyone has his or her own way of dealing with these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But let's say, just imagine.. You like this certain someone.. This certain someone is no doubtedly the prettiest girl you've ever seen.. And yes, you've kept your feelings from her as usual.. Then you talk.. More and more each day.. Until you actually become close friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There's this guy, his name's Danny and he's got this super big crush on his friend, Ana. As mentioned earlier, he never said he liked the girl. And he never acted like he did, because he enjoyed her company a lot. So one day, Bryan, Danny's best friend tells&amp;nbsp;him that the class is having a party next week that needed everyone's friends to come. Danny, being known for having a lot of "friends" was of course relied on to bring a lot of people to the big party. "Ok", Danny thought, "I'll invite Ana to the party, tell her to bring her friends..and then maybe we can hang out while her friends are out with other guys.." The plan was set, as Danny sent a message to Ana and her friends, telling them they had a party next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The party was a blast! Music, drinks, strobe lights and dancing everywhere. Danny called Ana, and then they started talking.."You know, Ana, I've kinda been wanting to tell you something for the longest time..but I'm not really sure how I can tell you this.." Ana interrupted, "You know Danny, I think I know what you're about to tell me.." They stared into each others eyes&amp;nbsp;for what seemed to be forever to Danny. It was rudely interrupted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; though, as he asked Ana to dance. Ana really didn't have a choice, since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; quickly pulled her arm, and Danny simply saw them walk away and get lost in the sea of dancing people.. For Danny, the evening ended with tears in his eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After the weekend, Monday comes, and Bryan and Danny meet at the corridor in front of their classroom. "Dude, I think I'm falling for Ana.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; whispered.. Danny could just stare.. "What the hell am I gonna do!?" the latter thought to himself. See, Danny wasn't the type to really fight for anything. He'd rather give to someone, so there wont be any problems.. But this, oh this, was Ana hanging in the balance.. Would he let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; just go for Ana without a fight? It would be an asswhole move on his part if he told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; then and there that he too, had feelings for Ana. Besides, what was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; thinking? They just had 1 party and he was falling for her?! "I've known her for almost a year!" Danny screamed in his mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Months passed.. Danny never said a word to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; about the whole "Ana" thing, and eventually moved on. He spoke less and less to Ana, but they still kept in touch sometimes. Then one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; comes over to Danny. "I can't go on with Ana anymore..She always seems to be thinking of another guy.. I can't tell whats up cause she won't tell me! You wouldn't know anything about this would you??" At this point, Danny would've rammed his fist onto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;'s face, but he already got over Ana. Months of not being able to meet and talk properly allowed Danny to move on and meet other people. But he always put Ana first whenever she'd call to meet him. "I'll go talk to her and see.." Danny sighed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Danny finally mustered up enough courage to go and talk to Ana after the time they've spent away from each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey ana!&amp;nbsp;Ü&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;howv u been? Ü bryan tells me smthngs bthering u..h0w r d 2 of u d0ing?Ü"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;*beep beep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww..Danny!Ü&amp;nbsp;u finaly txted! I missed u s0 much!Ü n0thngs wrng wit me n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;..he just feels he can just come int0 my lyf all 0f a sudden..I d0nt lyk him th0..so how r thngs wit u?Ü"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;*beep beep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"same same..still missing u. Ü"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;*beep beep*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"awww..Ü i wana see u soon danny. Ü"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For some reason, Danny didn't bother to reply. It was somewhere&amp;nbsp;between the feeling of happiness because Ana had no feelings for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;, and&amp;nbsp;the feeling of loss.."What do I do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Danny looked at himself in the mirror. He had messy black hair, a solid square face, nothing in particular that he thought would be anything that Ana would be looking for. A stomach...huge problem right there! As the days passed, he thought more and more to himself, "If ever anything happens, why should Ana choose me over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;? He's better looking.. He may even have a better personality.. Ana never had a boyfriend..Why start now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He then accepted that he wasn't getting anymore attractive than he was now. Nor was he ever losing enough weight. He wouldn't show himself in pictures because he knew he wouldn't look good in them. He was in no way photogenic. So there was in fact, no reason for Ana to like him..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It is so hard to feel unattractive, to feel like you don't belong with her.. But the difference is, Danny knew what he had in store for him. He accepted his features and made it to his advantage.&amp;nbsp;He knew that he was&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;out of Ana's league, so he continued on being her close friend. He treasured their friendship, as Ana did too, and&amp;nbsp;as much as he wanted them to be together.. He only took as much as a step forward and a step back, to keep them the same as always. He truly loved Ana anough to spare her from all the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The sad thing is though is that he&amp;nbsp;never knew if Ana wanted to take another step, or stay friends..And that's why up to now, Danny is waiting for her to make a move, just a heads up to tell him that she wanted more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In all my life, I've learned a most important lesson. "A man will always desire something he can never have.." He may desire money, fame, power, even a woman, but there will always be something about&amp;nbsp;him that will hinder&amp;nbsp;him from taking a step forward and pursuing&amp;nbsp;his wishes. Looking good is only a plus point. Once you show the girl of your dreams how truly passionate you are about her, she will fall head over heels for you.. Take my advice, we only have one life.. might as well live it to the fullest. I know I do.. :)&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on Kitty</title>
    <published>2007-02-25T09:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T16:15:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>New American Classic by Taking Back Sunday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span monotype="" style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why Her?"&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;I stole this page from a diary of someone..right before he took his own life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some say it's a state of mind. A sanctuary. A place to go when its all done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But what really happens when its all done? Do we really meet St. Peter at those pearly white gates? Is heaven a place where one can really rest in peace? I've always wondered what things are gonna be like after I die. Will anyone even come to my funeral? How long before people forget about me? So much questions racing through my mind, but I'm always looking on the bright side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ever heard of purgatory? Paranormalists say that everyone goes to purgatory when they die. It's the prayers for them that either bring them to heaven,&amp;nbsp;or let them rot there. I take a&amp;nbsp;big gulp from this can of what looks like beer. It's kinda stupid that I'm writing this in the park after my curfew.. I just had to be alone i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And what about hell? It is a given fact, even mentioned in some controversial movie, that once a person commits suicide, he or she is damned for all eternity, taking his place at Satan's feet, pleading for freedom that will never come.. As a rush of nicotene and smoke fills my lungs..I blow the smoke through my nose..&amp;nbsp;I think to myself, "Am I willing to sell my soul to him, just so i can escape my horrid life? Is my life that bad?" You decide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't really call myself good-looking. Not that thin either.. Sometimes I'd wonder why my parent's looks never reflected on me. Was it karma for all the shit I did when i was younger? Was it karma for all the shit my parents did when they were younger? The list could go on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kitty was my crush for the longest time. We would usually meet after school to go to&amp;nbsp;a nearby cafe where I'd treat her to her favorite muffin. It was plain, and I didn't get why she liked it so much, but whatever makes her happy right? We'd talk until her mom called on her cellphone telling her that she was waiting by the corner. The happiest moments of my life would be when she said she'd have to go, then give me a big hug, then thanking me for the muffin. I'd always come home smiling and thinking to myself, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One day, she told me that she was going to move away. A big turning point.. I was hoping that someday soon she'd tell me that she wanted to "move to the next level". I guess that day would never come now that she's moving 3 towns away. She assured me that she'd keep in touch and visit as often as she could. I smiled, and for the first time ever, I was the one who started the hug. She felt warm, I never wanted to let go. Sadly though, a few seconds before i could smell her hair and give her a kiss goodbye, the honking of her dad's car, filled with bags overpacked at the backseat, reared up against the wall where we were talking. This signaled me to let go right away. As she slowly walked inside her car, I saw a hand adjusting the mirror from the opposite side, and a grisly face staring straight at me. I could only help but stare, until the car snorted a big puff of smoke at me. You can tell that her dad didn't like me at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A few hours turned into days, which later became weeks, and months, until it became officially 3 years that I've been waiting for a simple email or anything that would tell me that she was alright with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; March 16, i recieved a letter from someone named Candy. As i opened the pink envelope, i wondered, "Who the hell is Candy?!" The letter read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="3" day="17" year="2007"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;st1:date month="3" day="17" year="1991"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;March 17,&amp;nbsp;1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"I wrote this letter because I was thinking about&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;telling you that i never loved you. I never enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;all those times we've spent together. You were&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;an asshole! Don't even for a second think you're&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the sweetest guy I've ever met.. My dad&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;was right about you. You weren't the one. He&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;didn't allow me to see you, and everytime we were&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with each other, I hated it! When we were&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;together, I always made an excuse about staying.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I dont want you to&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;remember the coffee shop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I dont want to talk to you anymore! I'm not sure if&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wanna meet you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; CkAiNtDtYy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Read between the lines!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That's weird.. The letter written had a later date. And what did read between the lines mean?&amp;nbsp;CkAiNtDtYy?&amp;nbsp;What the fuck?! I threw the letter thinking it was&amp;nbsp;just a joke posted in by someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Three days later,&amp;nbsp;I read the newspaper. Headlines&amp;nbsp;read, "Girl shot to death at local cafe"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It only hit me when i visited the coffee shop to order&amp;nbsp;my usual. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;remember the coffee shop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wanted to kill myself when i remembered it.. the only girl&amp;nbsp;I ever loved, shot to death because she wanted to see me..&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the reason why&amp;nbsp;Kitty died.. I could've saved her if I was there. I was willing to die for her.. And now i will.. As these final tears escape my eyes, i write my last line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Why&amp;nbsp;her?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The barrel's&amp;nbsp;in my mouth now..&amp;nbsp;I count to three, and the whole town will wake to&amp;nbsp;find another death caused by love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;P.S. read between the lines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>The one on Friends</title>
    <published>2007-02-24T07:32:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-19T15:37:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Existentialism on Prom Night by Straylight Run</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span monotype="" style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; COLOR: fuchsia; FONT-FAMILY: " new=""&gt;"Hate&amp;nbsp;It or Love It"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 15pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A teen's point of view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We've been friends for a long time now. I never really realized how&amp;nbsp;beautiful you were until you smiled at me that night when we were going around the mall. At that moment&amp;nbsp;I wanted to hug you, but it would be awkward&amp;nbsp;cause everyone was there. I never expected it&amp;nbsp;to be you..Isn't it&amp;nbsp;funny how love strikes when you least expect it?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now&amp;nbsp;I'm conscious with&amp;nbsp;what&amp;nbsp;I say. I try to stay the same, but&amp;nbsp;I also try to show you&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;I can take care of you. I offer you a seat next to me, but you'd rather sit with your other girl friends. I lift the spoon next to your lips, but you shake your head. I lean my head on yours, and you move away. I try to hold your hand, like all the other couples are doing, but you slip yours away..I&amp;nbsp;didn't want to think that all you wanted with&amp;nbsp;me was&amp;nbsp;a good friend. I&amp;nbsp;didn't want things to go that way..&amp;nbsp;But&amp;nbsp;I guess you aren't really ready&amp;nbsp;for this kind of thing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After the series of meeting with each other, I learned the hard way that you had no feelings&amp;nbsp;for me whatsoever. So is it right for me to "move on" and go at it with another girl? Or continue what I've been&amp;nbsp;doing until you realize&amp;nbsp;my intentions? How am I supposed to know if this is really the L-word? I'm soooooo confused right now. Later on, i learned that being&amp;nbsp;single was the only&amp;nbsp;real solution to my nightly anxiety.&amp;nbsp;If&amp;nbsp;I stopped thinking of you, and stopped trying to make&amp;nbsp;myself close to you, maybe I'd finally be able&amp;nbsp;to eat right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The deal with being single though is that you're on your own.&amp;nbsp;No one to ever have to worry about. You can go chasing the opposite sex as much as you want, cause no one's there to tell you what to do.&amp;nbsp;Though&amp;nbsp;you don't have to worry about love, the single life&amp;nbsp;is a truly lonely one. In a group of friends, whether in a house or at a popular mall, are you the only&amp;nbsp;one who doesn't have a partner? The one who can't lean on anyone?&amp;nbsp;Yes, it sucks not being able to hold someone's hand. Not to be able to hug someone that you've wanted to for the longest time. Not to be able to stroke your fingers at&amp;nbsp;someone's face and tell them that they&amp;nbsp;are so beautiful. Not being able to get a kiss when you finally have to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why choose to love when people say it only hurts you? Why take&amp;nbsp;the risk&amp;nbsp;with this person, or why give&amp;nbsp;him or her a second chance? In the end, it all boils down to one question.. Do you really think the one you wanna be with right now is truly the right one for you? Hate it or love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To the couples I was with on February 23, 2007, I wish you all a long and happy relationship. Guys, the girls you're with now won't ever let you down, I promise. :) Happy 16th Birthday Josh Varela! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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