<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:32:45.221-07:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='dear diary'/><category term='sleepy'/><category term='diary'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>Ill call my blog my "Diary" from now on. The story of my everyday.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-1109727990277582990</id><published>2009-04-10T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:36:48.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is Up</title><content type='html'>Hey all you bloggers, sorry for the late update. It's April and summer is up! This week was really a busy but fun week for me. I did a lot and I can say that this summer is the most progressive summer I ever had! hahaha! So here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/DSC06699.jpg" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 6&lt;/b&gt;- I, Monica and Angelica went swimming! Wee, it was just the three of us (excluded Angelica's family) well in fact it has to be six! It should have been CNSB's outing, but too bad the rest of them have other plans and can't make it. The day was so much filled with fun and excitement from morning `till night. We went swimming with our swim suits on! Yeah baby! We climbed big rocks and took pictures together. We made a sand castle that doesn't even look a castle. HAHA! Sorry, I'm just being honest. :p We ate a lot of food, specially me and I got so full! When we got home, Angelica had a big big fight with his ex/best friend? WTF! The guy said a lot of nasty things to her. Like, bitch, PI, fuck you (sorry to use the words) and more. I got so mad at him that I am ready to fight that night. Seriously, I wanna kill him! Oh well, but I can't. That's a sin. But I told my friend that if i'll see him, I'm gonna make him down to his knees. Haha! Sobra naman ata yun? So what? He's not worth it. Get a life TOOOT! :)) In conclusion, the day was exquisite even just the three of us. What more if they'd come? I wish they would next time. I love you guys and I miss CNSB! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/DSC02162.jpg" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 7&lt;/b&gt;- The start of our gym sessions. I, Monica and Maki went to Metrolifestyle to start our new life. haha! We were so desperate to get the bodies we wanted and so we registered immediately. We met this cute instructor, Kuya Martin and he serves as our instructor for the whole month. He's really cute! ^___^ We tried a lot of machines and exercises just to get slim then we finally stopped when we got tired and exhausted. We took a shower in the locker room then changed to our clothes. We rushed at BO's Coffee Club to chill out and have some time to make chikkas. Then we rushed at my crib to eat our lunch. And after that, played DDR at our ps2. I went to my bed and after a few minutes, I fell asleep. I woke-up due to the noisy sound of my friends  and siblings laughing. Ugh! haha! It was fun! Tomorrow again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/DSC06867.jpg" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 8&lt;/b&gt;- 2nd day of our gym session. We did our usual routine by ourselves since Kuya Martin didn't show up. Then Maki's mom, Tita Blanche picked us up and treated us lunch at Mandarin Tea Garden @ Gmall. Thanks Tita Blanche! We went to Ateneo too just so we can get the result of Maki's entrance examination. We even saw Felicia there so she joined with us. I also saw my ex, wtf, what a small world! But I didn't talk to him. NYAHA! After minutes of waiting, we finally got her result. And fortunately, tantananan.. she PASSED! weee! We were so happy specially Tita Blanche, so after ADDU, we dropped by at the Mercury Drug Store to buy junk foods and other food. It was her treat again. :) Magcecelebrate daw kasi nakapasa anak niya. haha! Ang saya! We went at Maki's crib, watched this crazy Japanese Series, ate junkfood and just chill. Then I went home after. Congratulations Pol, I love you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 9&lt;/b&gt;- The 3rd day. hahaha! We went to the gym very early than the usual because we're going to join the dance session at 8:45am. But of course we have to be there earlier to give ourselves a warm-up. We saw, Kuya Martin again, and oh he's still so cute! SHH! HAHA! And we joined the Metrodance with a mix of Mambo, Sway and more. After that, the usual thing we do. Then we went to the mall and ate at Tita Annie's. The food was yummy! :) After that went to Sonic Boom to play DDR. We're so addicted to that! And of course, window shopping! Our favorite sport! Who doesn't? hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 10&lt;/b&gt;- Good Friday. No gym, no hang-outs. Just at home. Boring! Well, good for me I'm not a Catholic so I can still eat meat. Oh yeah! hahaha! And I did some realizations too. &lt;i&gt;Now I know friends are all we ever could be.&lt;/i&gt; I don't wanna force it anymore even though it's killing me. I never wanna say good bye love but I have no choice. I don't wanna look so pathetic and a loser. So long.. I'm not running after you, not gonna cry or feel depressed and not gonna wait for your love I'm tired of waiting in vain, so vain! But if you need someone, I'll just be here for you. Good bye love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 11&lt;/b&gt;- Today. hahaha! duh? I woke-up around 7:30 am and just stayed at my bed for an hour to read the bible and plan my debut. LOL. It's still April today and my birthday's on January. See how excited am I? Who cares? It's my party anyway. I just stayed home and my family went to church. I didn't feel like going to church because today is my day and I didn't have the mood. Sorry Lord. :( Maybe I'm just too overwhelmed at the things happening around me? Plus, I didn't finish packing my things yet. I'm going to MVC, Bukidnon later at 12 midnight. XD I'm excited to meet new friends at the Youth Congress. I heard 11 countries are going to participate there. I can't wait for fun to come to me. Good luck! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;April 12-19&lt;/b&gt;- NOT HERE IN DAVAO FOR A WEEK. AT MVC, BUKIDNON. YOUTH CONGRESS BABY! GOD SPEED! EEK, HIATUS.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long guys, I have to pack my things and get ready. I can feel the excitement rushing through my veins now. LOL. I'll miss you civilized world, and of course, you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-1109727990277582990?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1109727990277582990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=1109727990277582990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1109727990277582990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1109727990277582990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-is-up.html' title='Summer is Up'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-5017995742657496700</id><published>2009-04-02T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:26:58.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused.</title><content type='html'>I am. These days I'm starting to forget my feelings for him. I am trying, even though it's too hard. I don't even try to text him. I did lots of stuff just to make myself busy just so I can forget what happened. So last night, I was invited at my friend's graduation party. They really forced me because there were only 5 of them celebrating (KJ kasi ibang classmates ko). I arrived at his place around 9:00 I guess. We were having fun chitchatting and playing basketball. And suddenly we forgot to buy soft drinks. HAHA! So I went with them because I wanna buy load too. My cellphone beeped and suddenly I got a message from &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;HIM: jey!&lt;/blockquote&gt; I was like: "Oh my God! Shet, nagtext siya!" :) I felt like I wanna scream my heart out or jump till I'm satisfied. I was very happy and  then I remembered I should forget him. But I didn't mind that, I replied to his message and we started a conversation. After 3 hours, I got tipsy from IT (I got the term from Jam, haha!). And he wasn't replying anymore so I didn't mind. I went home around 2 and rushed to my bed. I woke-up around 8:30 am and I felt an ache in my head. Nausea struck and I just felt so dizzy! I asked my brother to make a hot choco for me but it didn't work out. So I went back to sleep and woke-up around 12 noon. I checked at my phone and I found out that my messages didn't reach him that's why I didn't get any reply from him. I texted him immediately and apologized for not replying to him. Then I opened my YM `cause I got bored and I miss my friends. Suddenly, a window popped on my screen, and it was &lt;b&gt;HIM&lt;/b&gt;. :) We had this fun conversation and it was so like yesterday. But our conversation have to end `cause he still have his classes and it ended like this:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/dwin.jpg" width= 400&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why now? I'm already starting to forget these feelings and suddenly you make me remember it. I'm confused. Should I go for it? Or stop already? Why is this happening? Is this just some good time or not? HEEEEEEEELP! X(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Monica Katarina Ashley C. Jordan and CNSB! April 6 okay? Can't wait. XD See you guys! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-5017995742657496700?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5017995742657496700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=5017995742657496700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/5017995742657496700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/5017995742657496700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/04/confused.html' title='Confused.'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-3539048091871939508</id><published>2009-03-31T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:56:20.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I can't wait for you to be gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/fsbgpol.jpg" width= 500&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;I made this out of boredom. But yeah, it's true. I'm getting over him. I'm trying. I want him to get out of my mind `cause he really bugs me! hahahaha. Just kidding. :p This is my favorite line from Jojo's Leave lyrics. You should listen to the song, it's kinda nice. &amp; oh, &lt;strong&gt;Happy Summer `09&lt;/strong&gt; everyone! Let's get out from our cribs and feel the summer heat. :)&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-3539048091871939508?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3539048091871939508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=3539048091871939508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3539048091871939508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3539048091871939508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-i-can-wait-for-you-to-be-gone.html' title='And I can&amp;#39;t wait for you to be gone'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-2861280866790115294</id><published>2009-03-29T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:50:43.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I'm stupid.</title><content type='html'>March 29, 2009- The day I'll never forget. The day I told him that I love him. I know I know, I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke-up late in the morning, it was around 10 am. I had my breakfast and I got nothing to do so I just chilled, opened my lappy and watched the movie "If only". Depression struck me again. The memories with him still linger on my mind. Even though it was 3 months ago, I felt like it just happened yesterday. Everything is still fresh and damn I can't forget it. I admit, I'm in love with him. Define love. I don't know, it's unexplainable. I've been keeping these feelings for like 2 months and it feels so heavy inside. I wanna tell him how much I care for him and how much I wanna be with him. Shit, I'm running out of words. And at last, this day came. The aura (silent+love songs playing in my lappy) around me pushed me to tell him what I feel. I got my phone and texted him those sweet magic words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hey dwin, I love you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't reply. There were lots of things kept running in my mind. I was thinking if he would reply a "NO" or he wouldn't even bother my message. I felt like crying. But no, I didn't cry. I slept instead. After two hours, I woke-up and see if I have a reply from him. I did, and I immediately replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Him: Ahh? Ohh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. And I wanna know if you still love me too. &lt;br /&gt;Him: I still love you naman, hindi mawawala yun.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I mean love, love. &lt;br /&gt;Me: I meant the love you felt for me last time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he didn't reply. What was that supposed to mean? My heart was like &lt;i&gt;Ang sakit!&lt;/i&gt; I still wanna text him but I don't want him to feel that I'm so kulit and immature or maybe a nuisance. I really wanna forget these feelings for him. I wanna get over him `cause it's killing me. &lt;b&gt;It hurts so much.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went surfing the net like opening my Friendster and Multiply accounts just to forget what I did (it's so embarrassing!). I had my YM opened too `cause I'm hoping I can tell this to my close friends specially my best friend, Monica. But they weren't online. Good thing my cousin, Ate Janica (His barkada) logged in. And I immediately gave her a PM. She's totally aware of my situation and so I told her what I did. It was embarrassing to tell her that I finally gave up and told him my real feelings. I told her what was our conversation and she gave me answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;jana120690: If he truly loves you parin, bakit siya nagbago diba? Yun lang yun.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's right. Maybe he loves me as a friend now. Maybe his feelings for me were gone already. Ate Janica told me that I can get over him somehow and there are a lot of fishes in the sea. And he's just one of it. I will soon enter college life and she said, I will meet lots of boys who are greater than him. All I have to do now is to read the bible, to forget him. `Cause she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Si Jesus na ang bahala sayo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words she said enlightened me. I believe her. `Cause I treat her as my model ever since I've met her. And I believe I'll get over him soon with Jesus by my side. Well, I know God's been there for me always, but I didn't think it would be easier if I cling on to him. Though I pray for Him all the time. I just thought to myself now, maybe God gave this situation to me just so I would be closer again to Him. Maybe. As for Him, this would be the last time I'll scream my heart out to the WWW that &lt;font size= 3&gt;I love you! I love you Edwin Bryan Sibug! I do! I wanna let you know how much I care and I wanna be with you!&lt;/font&gt; But I cannot just have this one sided love, I wanna get over you. I wanna get you out of mind `cause you know, it's killing me. And It hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Janica said that if it's really us, it would be us. But if not, there is still that guy out there for me. The guy whom God chose for me. I remember my motto about love, &lt;b&gt;Don't find love, let love find you.&lt;/b&gt; Indeed, but what I did was wrong. HAHA! So I wanna wait GPC in GPT- &lt;i&gt;God's Perfect Choice in God's Perfect Time&lt;/i&gt;. I know I'll have him soon, it's just &lt;strong&gt;not now&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-2861280866790115294?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2861280866790115294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=2861280866790115294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/2861280866790115294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/2861280866790115294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-im-stupid.html' title='I know, I&apos;m stupid.'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-1384714279596219962</id><published>2009-03-26T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:41:49.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 FACTS</title><content type='html'>from: &lt;a href="http://jeenie05.multiply.com"&gt;jenny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First name/second name&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Justine Jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; JJ, Jie, Jus, Jan. whatever you like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Married:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Not now, soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Zodiac sign:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Male or female:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Age:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 7teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Highschool:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Colegio de San Ignacio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. College:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; AUP (Cavite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Residence (s):&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Buhangin, Davao City &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hair color:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Long or short hair:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Short, i guess. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Smoke:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Drink:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; inevitable. hahahaha, sorry ma. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Available:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NO, my heart's taken yet I'm single! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you a health freak:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes, except now. I'm having Love sick! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Height:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pwede secret nalang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have a crush?:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes. Crush/Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you like yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Totally, no questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Tattoos:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I got tattoos from those cheap junk foods and bubble gums! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Righty or lefty:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. First surgery:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; none so far and will never have. i wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friend/s:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; my adorable cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. First award:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Most friendly? I forgot, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. First pet:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a doggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. First vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; at San Ignacio! A memorable one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. First concert?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Damn I forgot. My first concert was I guess a religious one. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. First crush:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; si Kaloy! kapitbahay ng pinsan ko! hahaha. But he's totally cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Eating:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Drinking:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; OCCASIONALLY, damn it's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. I'm about to:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; think of answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The sound of my brother's ps2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;54. Food:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Blueberry cheesecake, chocolates except chocolate cake and ice creams, strawberries, spaghetti, lasagna, mango float, leche flan, beef steak, burger, and A LOT MORE :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Drinks:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; coffee, hmmm. it relaxes me. strawberry bits, yummmm! margarita, addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Colors:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; GREEN, purple, white &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Numbers:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 8&amp;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;58. Want kids:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; uhuh, i so love to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to get married:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YES YES YES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; to have my own coffee shop and boutique, a successful entrepreneur. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER?:&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or eyes:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Both. but eyes are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or kisses:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; HUGS! of course! pwede rin may sabay na kiss. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Shorter or taller:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; TALLER! I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Spontaneous but romantic. I love unpredictable guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nice arms! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or loud:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; loud! yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a stranger:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Drank bubbles:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; huh? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; BOTH. A LOT OF TIMES NA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Ran away from home:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; . . . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Liked someone younger:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes and it was crazy! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Older:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YESSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;84. Broken someone's heart:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yeah, and I didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; not yet. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a lot, sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YEAH :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; IS HE A FRIEND? Uh, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;89. In yourselF:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; No. Maybe crush at first sight. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes, and will be there soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa claus:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yeah, when I was a kid. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Sex on the first date:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NO WAAY! That's unacceptable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. The more you hate, the more you love:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yes, i believe that. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Uhuh, and devils too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with you right now?:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; YES! AND I WANNA BE WITH FOREVER.. chaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at a time?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Maybe? BWAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Of course! I love God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. MISSING &lt;br /&gt;&gt; okay, so give me one question and I'll answer it truthfully. I hope :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-1384714279596219962?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1384714279596219962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=1384714279596219962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1384714279596219962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1384714279596219962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-facts.html' title='100 FACTS'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-1948371820922978096</id><published>2009-03-25T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:29:09.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the guy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's been too long and I'm lost without you. What am I gonna do? Said I've been needing you, wanting you. Wondering If you're the same and who's been with you. Is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes. I miss you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the guy who told me my short hair looks good on me. The one who would tease me of stuffing a lot of food but secretly loves it. The one I'd remember by watching Family Feud and by looking at Pringles. The guy who I defeated at Puzzle Bobble but is great at playing Tekken. The one who would give me Leche Flan in the middle of the night. Someone who would carry me when my feet can't make it. The guy who told me I'm cute with this size. :) Someone I can talk over the phone `till dawn just to talk of some things. I miss the guy who would hold my hand unconsciously and smile at me. And most especially the &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; who made my heart flee. I miss him. I miss you tooot! I hope you miss me too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-1948371820922978096?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1948371820922978096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=1948371820922978096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1948371820922978096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1948371820922978096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-guy.html' title='I miss the guy.'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-7366662616208804217</id><published>2009-03-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:36:17.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Stuff I Do When I Have Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- I tell God about everything. He's my refuge. I ask help that someday, things will be better and my days will be brighter. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. EAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- I crave for food when I'm sad. Especially Mcdo. hahaha. That's why I get fat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. daydream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- I daydream a lot. Reminiscing the past, like everything's going so fast. haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. sing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Uhuh, I sing. Mostly the songs I listen to are about love and it makes me remember of those memories. CORNNY! hahaha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. magtanga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Ano english niyan? haha. I'm not in my usual self. loser. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. laugh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- I laugh like i'm so happy but in the inside, i'm not. hahahaha. dramaqueen!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. send love quotes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- i'm not fond of giving GMs via sms,but when i get depressed, that's the time i send love quotes thru GMs. haha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Yes, wishing i'll never wake-up in this nightmare.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. watch love stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- hahahaha. Yeap! Hoping there's still hope and keeping myself satisfied. lol&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- This is the least I think `cause I don't cry anymore. I mean, I can't cry anymore. If I wanted to cry about something, I usually force myself. That's why it's so hard for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Post this blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- hahahaha. hanggang top 10 lang kaya! anyway, don't mind my 11th. :p&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;I won't force it anymore, even though it's killing me. I miss you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-7366662616208804217?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7366662616208804217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=7366662616208804217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/7366662616208804217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/7366662616208804217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-10-stuff-i-do-when-i-have.html' title='Top 10 Stuff I Do When I Have Depression'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-7509372117843265099</id><published>2008-11-21T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:14:58.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFpRJHK7bvg/SSdcQypD3II/AAAAAAAAAAk/C5mEVoQy-PU/s1600-h/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFpRJHK7bvg/SSdcQypD3II/AAAAAAAAAAk/C5mEVoQy-PU/s320/fly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271283332402109570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th year life is so damn different from other years. Dramas, lies, conflicts.. Name it! Plus projects, activities and exams! Dang! Could I just take a break from all of these? Sometimes I want to be alone for awhile just so I can grow up. I'm tired. HAHA. But everyday I just imagine if I couldn't live this life, I wouldn't be living tomorrow. College years are so different from high school. That's what they said. Though it's fun and exciting, but you'll never ever feel carefree like this. When my friends talk about not being excited for college, I would disagree about that. &lt;blockquote&gt;Ayoko pang magcollege! Gusto ko maghigh school nalang forever!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, whatever. HAHA. I'm excited for college! I know it's different but ummm, I just want to experience it. The challenges, fun and new life since I'll be moving to Manila. Anyway, so much for college stuff. I'll be in Manila again this Christmas! WEE! Embassy, here I come! HAHA. I'll be with my lovely cousin again. Oh how much I miss her! Christmas is coming! Happy holidays! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-7509372117843265099?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7509372117843265099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=7509372117843265099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/7509372117843265099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/7509372117843265099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/11/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lFpRJHK7bvg/SSdcQypD3II/AAAAAAAAAAk/C5mEVoQy-PU/s72-c/fly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-6429442032312053732</id><published>2008-10-25T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:49:25.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New New Layouts</title><content type='html'>Sup everyone! Yey I'm back with a new skin and new layouts. It was such a busy life for me and it was like 48 years since I updated this stuff. I hope you'll like my new layouts like you did last time. I'll be back again for more and more layouts. And oh, Happy All Souls People! Enjoy your semester break. Au Revoir! :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/bonjour.jpg" width= 250&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://justinelayouts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Visit JustineLayouts!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-6429442032312053732?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6429442032312053732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=6429442032312053732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/6429442032312053732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/6429442032312053732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-new-layouts.html' title='New New Layouts'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-3333591470007856355</id><published>2008-10-16T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:27:59.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sick</title><content type='html'>I'm still sick. My body feels hot a random of times and my tummy aches from a minute to minute. I hate this feeling. I'm not fresh and I look wasted. Maybe I have ulcer? But I eat a lot naman. I have a great appetite. Everyone knows that. But who knows? I just wish that this is just something I got from last week. Prisaad games, a week from school, missing someone so bad, having new friends and cheer dance competition. Oh well, last week was just so productive. We earned a lot of victories. Thank God! We ranked 3rd in the volleyball, the boys ranked 2nd and we were the champions in the cheer dance competition! Imagine that? All our hard work were paid. I still can't imagine everything we achieved. Every night I still think about it. It was our &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; time to join the cheer dance and yet we won! We really didn't expect it. But when they called the name of our school, we were so surprised, got out from our chairs and enjoyed jumping. It was like an oh-my-god scene. Some of us were busting from tears. God really is good to us. Everything we did, we offer it to Him. Okay so, I am absent now for almost a week since I went to school last tuesday `cause I thought I was feeling better. I don't know some of my lessons and exams will start on Monday. I guess I'll be an excuse. Geez, I am nervous. I still need to pass 25 note cards for my thesis. Blaaah. And oh, why am I still online in this late hour? I should need to get my beauty rest and sleep with Lola. hihi. Am I too old for it? I wished mom was here `cause she makes me feel better because she always brings pasalubong after school when I get sick. haha. But being with Lola, is still like being with mom. She really takes good care of me like a little kid.&lt;i&gt;And super dami ng pinapakain and pinapainom sakin! Kaloka!&lt;/i&gt; Thank God for my lola. Anyway, I'm still waiting for him to get online. I missed him, a lot. We are not okay. Sigh. I don't know but something's wrong. He just went mad at me all of a sudden. We need to talk. I just wish I'll be okay tomorrow. Please heal me Lord. I love you. :)&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-3333591470007856355?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3333591470007856355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=3333591470007856355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3333591470007856355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3333591470007856355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-sick.html' title='So Sick'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-4440570148732229333</id><published>2008-09-29T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:40:12.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry.</title><content type='html'>I love you and I am so sorry for what I said last night. I didn't mean it. I was just out of my mind because I was thinking a lot of things. I swear I do love you and it's not a 4-letter lie. I talked to God about it last night and I even offered my love for you to Him. But as you said, things are not that easy. So now I'm asking you to take me back. Will you?   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-4440570148732229333?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4440570148732229333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=4440570148732229333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/4440570148732229333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/4440570148732229333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-sorry.html' title='I am sorry.'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-2574160396453351623</id><published>2008-09-04T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:03:23.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaking Wet!</title><content type='html'>Just got home from Polyfusion and dang! I'm wet. haha. I was with Angelica dear. Love you babe. We went there to finish the remix of our dance to be presented in YFC Conference. We're joining the contest. OMG. Here's the story, we were waiting for it to be done with Kuya Nelbert. When it was done, he was about to save it to the CD and we just found out that we still have to pay for it. All this time we thought it's free because the lady said it's included already in our P350. But it wasn't! We still have to pay it for P75! We were like ". . ." and we won't buy a cd for P75! For heaven's sake! It's only P10-20 in the supermarket or other stores. I won't spend my money just for that. lol. So we went outside for awhile to buy a cd and Kuya Nel said we can buy it in the store beside Zedde. But we need to hurry-up before it closes. So Lyka and I searched for that store under the pouring rain. We searched everywhere for it. We ran while holding hands together (haha), crossed the streets and got soaking wet. It was like "The Amazing Race" as she said. hahaha. Until we reached Midtown Publishing House and we asked the crew there if where can we buy a blank cd. And he pointed the store beside Zedde but it was close already. Ugh! We were looking for that store for like how many minutes and it was infront of our eyes already. We didn't recognize it that's why. haha. Too bad it's close. :( We have no choice but to go to GS to buy a cd. We were running fast and we were totally wet! Soaking wet! We were thinking that maybe the guard might not let us in because of our looks. But nevermind. Just try and try. haha. But before we could reach GS, we dropped by in a small store to fix ourselves. It was a loading station by the way. And then I just asked the employee if they have one. And to our surprise, they really do sell cds. hahaha. Good thing I asked. :) Our problem was solved. Thank God. Oh no wait, it still didn't end. We had another problem again. It was going home. I asked Lyka for a dinner and it was my treat so we decided to take the jeep. We waited for like a couple of minutes infront of UM but unfortunately we found a hard time getting one because when the jeep we are suppose to take comes, it's always full of passengers. But God gives a way so that's why I was home now. haha. We didn't have our dinner in Uptown Grill. HIndi natuloy eh. Lyka's mom was like freaking mad and she want her home already. It doesn't matter. It's fine by me as long as she won't get scolded. I had a great time with you. Next time ulit lyks. Mga basang sisiw! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basang-basa sa ulan. Walang masisilungan. &lt;/span&gt;haha! I love you girl! Muah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-2574160396453351623?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2574160396453351623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=2574160396453351623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/2574160396453351623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/2574160396453351623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/09/soaking-wet.html' title='Soaking Wet!'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-7713414469468432355</id><published>2008-08-30T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T05:18:38.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call It A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/902dba3239490cac.jpg" height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;I woke-up 7:10 in the morning and immediately rushed to the bathroom to take my bath and then get ready for my volleyball practice. I wasn't really planning to go to school `cause I don't have money at all. Seriously. But Pol forced me to go. And it was like ages since I went at the practice. That's why. I guess there was only one thing in my mind awhile ago. Money. HAHA! I really need money! I thought I was so poor  `cause I only have money for my fair. So much for that, I got drained under the heat of the sun! I felt and looked so so exhausted. Eew me. The game wasn't that good. We (girls) were only good at the first set then after we screwed-up. That was Sir Jake's evaluation for us. And he told us that if we're going to face the weakest opponent in PRISAAD, we will definitely lose. Ouch. A very honest but true opinion. hahaha. We still have to practice more and more. It will be everyday starting next week. Ugh! I still have a lot of practices to do! I still have my cheer dance, YFC dance contest and chinese dance. And take note, we have our SBO meeting every monday. Nice huh? I think I joined almost all dances. I mean all. haha. Poor me. But I'm glad I joined every thing. Well you know, I love getting involved to different activities. I can experience fun plus, I can get higher points for my extra-curricular activites. NYAHAHA. See? I am a very busy person. LOL. After the practice, I went home and finally refreshed myself. Then I just had a moment together with the television. Movie marathon! Oh yeah! I usually do this when I get bored. I watch 3 movies straight. The Notebook, Chocolat and Never Been Kissed. I love these movies! I had the dvd last year but I only got the chance to watch these 2 movies. I already watched The Notebook and it's still so wonderful. I really love the story line. It's so romantic you know and dramatic. Okay, I'm getting cheesy now. :)) And as or Chocolat, Johnny Depp, you are so hot! MARRY ME! hahaha. I love this movie too because I was attractive to Vianne's chocolaterie. Her chocolates were great and delicious! Though I haven't tasted it but it looks great to me. haha. I thought to myself that maybe I can change my dream coffee shop to a chocolate shop. It's very interesting and besides, coffee shops nowadays are very peculiar. And mom doesn't want me to sell coffee because she said it's not good for us. So be it, I'll have my own chocolate shop someday. Thanks to this movie. I was inspired. I was imagining what my "dream chocolate shop" will look like someday. I was thinking of a classic design. Like white mantels with laces on the tables and old sketch-like portraits on the walls. Kinda vintage-y. So people could live like the past. Nostalgic. :) Gosh, can't believe I'm getting so corny-er. hahaha. Last movie I viewed was "Never Been Kissed". I love Drew Barrymore's role here. "Josie Grosie"! HAHA. I couldn't imagine myself at her place. Being the loser in her school. That's a "no no" for me! Oh, I just love her! Definitely one of my favorite actors in Hollywood. Wait, it's mom's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! 40. Flirty and Thriving. haha. I wish you more and more happiness. Have fun today at you're birthday. Wish we can be there to celebrate it with you. I love you much! I miss you! HUGGS. Well, that's all for today. I had lots of realizations today. It's very enriching. Let's call it a day. :)&lt;br&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-7713414469468432355?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7713414469468432355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=7713414469468432355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/7713414469468432355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/7713414469468432355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/08/call-it-day.html' title='Call It A Day'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-5503093632602126031</id><published>2008-08-28T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:07:37.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>I love this word. I guess this word really hits me a lot `cause I'm not the kind of girl who really gets contented. I don't know but I really hate myself for this. I admit I'm a materialistic bitch and I'm not ashamed of that. When I was taking the NCAE the other day, I saw this quote in one of the questionaires. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Contentment is not having everything you want but in wanting everything you have."&lt;/span&gt; Ouch, it struck me the most. I was like, "how can someone get contented with his life?" Because I don't usually get contented. I want this and that. I don't know why other people can be happy with just a little something something while I have a lot already. When I was chatting with my mom last night, I realized that life is so difficult  and you really have to work hard for every penny you'll get. So that's when i knew that I shouldn't be asking for money for everything I want. I should learn to be contented in everything I have right now and live life for only what I have.   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-5503093632602126031?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5503093632602126031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=5503093632602126031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/5503093632602126031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/5503093632602126031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/08/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-4485241169835396683</id><published>2008-08-21T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:07:20.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 18th Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>NYAHAHA. Is it so early for this? I'm still 16 and I'm gonna be 17 next year and I'll be 18 next next year. haha. So what? I already have this on my ind. It kept haunting me last night. haha. Haunting talaga ano? Anyway, my wish is... TANTANANAN! A trip to Paris! How I wish it will be granted. Too bad mommy can't see this `cause she doesn't have multiply. I'll just tell her. haha! PARIS PARIS! I KNOW SOMEDAY WE'LL BE TOGETHER! And I wish Raff can go with me too. Dreams do come true! Au Revoir! :)   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-4485241169835396683?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4485241169835396683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=4485241169835396683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/4485241169835396683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/4485241169835396683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-18th-birthday-wish.html' title='My 18th Birthday Wish'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-4589631881297411997</id><published>2008-08-20T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:53:17.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLEGE</title><content type='html'>Whoo! I still can't believe I'm going to be on college this end of the year. Well umm, I'm 16 but I think I'm not ready? haha. Though I'm very very excited! I'm going to take my college years at Manila but I'm still not sure on what college. Actually I have 2 choices: University of Asia and the Pacific (UA&amp;P) &amp; Adventist University of the Philippines (AUP). If I'm going to UA&amp;P, i'll take Entrepreneurial Management and if i'll go to AUP, i'll be having BS BIO. Tough courses huh? But if I'm going to choose what school I want, I would go to UA&amp;P cause I really really want to take EM. I'll be wearing a business attire and be a business woman someday. That's my dream. I would also want to be a doctor but I want to be a bw more. So what do you think? What school should I go to?  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-4589631881297411997?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4589631881297411997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=4589631881297411997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/4589631881297411997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/4589631881297411997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/08/college.html' title='COLLEGE'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-609797918842603931</id><published>2008-08-16T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:01:58.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey superman</title><content type='html'>How are you? You know what, I miss you more and more each day. I'll call you superman from now on since you saved me from loneliness. Thanks, you're my hero. :) You're the best I ever had. I love you. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lovelots,&lt;br&gt;wonderwoman ♥ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-609797918842603931?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/609797918842603931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=609797918842603931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/609797918842603931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/609797918842603931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-superman.html' title='hey superman'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-3334800366641134482</id><published>2008-08-16T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:24:53.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just spend my life with you again? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana" size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spend My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I never knew such a day could come&lt;br&gt; And I never knew such a love&lt;br&gt; Could be inside of one&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And I never knew what my life was for&lt;br&gt; But now that you're here I know for sure&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I never knew till I looked in your eyes&lt;br&gt; I was incomplete till the day you walked into my life&lt;br&gt; And I never knew that my heart could feel&lt;br&gt; So precious and pure&lt;br&gt; One love so real&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Can I just see you every morning when&lt;br&gt; I open my eyes&lt;br&gt; Can I just feel your heart beating beside me&lt;br&gt; Every night&lt;br&gt; Can we just feel this way together&lt;br&gt; Till the end of all time&lt;br&gt; Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Now baby the days and the weeks&lt;br&gt; And the years will roll by&lt;br&gt; But nothing will change the love inside&lt;br&gt; Of you and I&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And baby I'll never find any words&lt;br&gt; That could explain&lt;br&gt; Just how much my heart my life&lt;br&gt; My soul you've changed&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Can you run to these open arms&lt;br&gt; When no one else understands&lt;br&gt; Can we tell God and the whole world&lt;br&gt; that you're my wonderwoman, and you're my superman&lt;br&gt; Can't you just feel how much I love you&lt;br&gt; With one touch of my hand&lt;br&gt; Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; No touch has ever felt so wonderful&lt;br&gt; (You are incredible)&lt;br&gt; And a deeper love I've never known&lt;br&gt; (I'll never let you go)&lt;br&gt; I swear this love is true&lt;br&gt; (Now and forever to you)&lt;br&gt; (only for you)&lt;br&gt; To you&lt;br&gt; Can I just see you every morning when&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I open my eyes&lt;br&gt; Can I just feel your heart beating beside me&lt;br&gt; Every night&lt;br&gt; Can we just feel this way together&lt;br&gt; Till the end of all time&lt;br&gt; Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br&gt; Can you run to these open arms&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When no one else understands&lt;br&gt; Can we tell God and the whole world&lt;br&gt; You're my woman, and you're my man&lt;br&gt; Can't you just feel how much I love you&lt;br&gt; With one touch of my hand&lt;br&gt; Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br&gt; Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br&gt; (Forever here with you)&lt;br&gt; Can I just spend my life with you&lt;br&gt; Can I just see you every morning when I&lt;br&gt; Open my eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know this song for almost two years because of him. It was our song actually. I first knew this song when he gave me a cd full of his fave love songs. And this song was the one that really strucked me. I mean the lyrics, you know, they're just so wonderful. Imagine when your man dedicates this song for you. For sure you'll get so weak in your knees. This song was in my heart for years and it will be staying endlessly. I love you. :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-3334800366641134482?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3334800366641134482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=3334800366641134482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3334800366641134482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3334800366641134482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-i-just-spend-my-life-with-you-again.html' title='Can I just spend my life with you again? :)'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-2798718731289728430</id><published>2008-06-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:38:17.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To love again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fdesign74.deviantart.com/art/Sweet-kiss-66889506" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/Sweet_kiss_by_fdesign74.jpg" border="0" alt=":)" width= 250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want to go on pretending.&lt;br /&gt;That its going to be a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;If I should love again.&lt;br /&gt;Once I’ve learned to love again.&lt;br /&gt;And, no, it will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;without you baby.&lt;br /&gt;This pain inside me is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause, its hard to love again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-2798718731289728430?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2798718731289728430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=2798718731289728430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/2798718731289728430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/2798718731289728430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-love-again.html' title='To love again.'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-2960917826262882139</id><published>2008-06-17T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:26:13.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Liwanag sa Aking Landas</title><content type='html'>This is a Filipino assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Sa buhay, marami tayong nararanasang mga kasiyahan, kalngkutan at mga pagsubok na sumusubok sa ating mga sarili. Minsan tayo ay sumusuko o pinapabayaan nalang kung anong mangyari sa ati. Madali tayong nagpapatalo at inaamin ko yan. Marami na rin ang nangyari sa akin na sumubok sa aking sarili. Ngunit hindi ako nawalan ng pag-asa at sa halip ay tumayo sa aking pagkakatumba. Alam ko na andyan ang Diyos at aking inspirasyon upang tumulak sa akin na ipatuloy ang buhay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa lamang talaga ang nagbibigay sa akin ng inspirasyong mabuhay. Ito ay ang aking pamilya. Sila ang aking nakasama sa aking araw-araw. Lumaki ako na kasama ko sila maliban sa aking mga magulang. Siyam na taon pa lamng ako nang iniwan nila ako kasama ang aking mga nakababatang kapatid dito sa Pinas. Sila ay nagtrabaho sa labas ng bansa upang makakuha ng malaking sahod para sa aming ikabubuti. Paminsan lang sila kung umuwi para makasama kami. Hindi nila inintindi ang pagod at pangungulila sa halip ay nagtatrabaho sila ng mabuti para maibigay ang mga kailangan at mga luho namin. Naisip ko, napakaswerte namin dahil nagkaroon kami ng mga magulang na gagawin ang lahat alang-alang sa amin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maswerte ako dahil may pamilya akong masaya at mapagmahal at nagpapasalamat ako sa Diyos dahil dun. Wala na akong mahihiling pa na iba. Mabubuhay ako para sa kanila. Makakamit ko ang aking mga pangarap dahil sa kanila. Gagawin ko ang lahat dahil sila &lt;b&gt;ang liwanag sa aking landas&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-2960917826262882139?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/2960917826262882139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=2960917826262882139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/2960917826262882139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/2960917826262882139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/06/ang-liwanag-sa-aking-landas.html' title='Ang Liwanag sa Aking Landas'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-6413095746427268129</id><published>2008-06-11T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:49:42.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayihee =)</title><content type='html'>I didn't eat my dinner. I was feeling a little sad and tired. I still miss him! Shit! haha. Well I guess it's normal. Bago lang kami nagbreak. I guess it was June 6? Yeah. Can't you imagine after we broke-up I still wait for his call every night? Am I that desperate?? To think that I was the one who dumped him! Well not actually dump. lol. And now, just recently, he called. ayihee =) We talked a lot of things. About his day in school and etc etc. We talk like we were close buddies because we tease &amp; laugh with each other. Like nothing happened. He even let me sing the song we both like. "Why Can't I" by Liz Phair. I wasn't even going to sing that song if he didn't insist. ERR! &amp;&amp; you know what?? He played the video I made for him a long time ago! It was so humiliating! DARN HIM! I kept on shouting on the phone &amp; insisted that he should delete it. But he doesn't want to. Plus, he also played our video. &amp; he told me he'll edit it and upload it to YouTube then finally put it in his Friendster profile. Kainis noh? And isa pa, he ordered that I should put "First Love" as my bg music in Friendster because he wants too. UGH! Pumayag naman ako! &gt;__&lt; Gaadh, after hearing him in 5 days I felt so happy though irritated. He really likes to tease me! But I was really happy. Ang gulo ko noh? Do you think he still loves me? I think so. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-6413095746427268129?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6413095746427268129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=6413095746427268129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/6413095746427268129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/6413095746427268129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/06/ayihee.html' title='Ayihee =)'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-5700796315591719653</id><published>2008-06-10T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:36:02.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size= 4 face= Times New Roman&gt;I’m happy you left me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that you hurt me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a magical feeling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you’re not meant for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-5700796315591719653?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5700796315591719653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=5700796315591719653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/5700796315591719653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/5700796315591719653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/06/magical-feeling.html' title='Magical Feeling'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-1328167369508452036</id><published>2008-06-10T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:30:22.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not so over him</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night. It was me and him. We were in the same room and we slept together because he had a high fever. But nothing happened. Swear. I just hugged and kissed him. haha. I woke up 11:30 in the morning and realized it was just a DREAM. :( I thought it was real. OMG, I miss him. I stayed on my bed for a few minutes and think about him. I looked at my phone and see if there was a message from him. Sadly, no. He didn't text me. Not a single message. :( Doesn't he miss me too? Does he still care? I'm so hating him for letting me go that easily! Ugh! Now all I know is that I'm so not over him. And I think it will take me forever to recover. hahaha. Just kidding. Even though I'm so not over him, I didn't regret that I broke-up with him. I think it's the best thing to do. Lord please help me with this mess. Save me. &gt;___&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-1328167369508452036?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1328167369508452036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=1328167369508452036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1328167369508452036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1328167369508452036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-so-over-him.html' title='not so over him'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-3600890729026177568</id><published>2008-06-10T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:16:00.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking up</title><content type='html'>I broke-up with him. Yes, that's right. Is it unbelievable? Yeah, for some people who are close to me. They knew me for being a martyr. I always beg for people i wanna stay. I suck. But now, oh no. I broke-up with him because I don't feel his love anymore. Though it's really hard for me because I love him a lot. But I still have my pride and I don't wanna continue loving somebody if he/she doesn't love me anymore. That would suck right? So now, I'm ending it. He told me he still loves me. His love for me was 8 in a scale of 1-10. And he said he still wants me to be his girlfriend but he doesn't want to be too attach to me because it would hurt for I'm leaving here for college. That's what he said. I understood him but I was hurt. Really hurt. And one more, he told me he'd rather have me as a friend than as a lover. :( Because he doesn't want me to get hurt again. Darn it! After all I've done for him! And this is what I get?? He totally doesn't deserve me. Nah. So now I told myself not to go back with him anymore. And instead, I'll focus on my studies since I'm a graduating student. &amp; when I get to college, I'll find a hotter boyfriend! HAHAHAHA. And of course, someone who will love me truly &amp; endlessly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-3600890729026177568?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3600890729026177568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=3600890729026177568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3600890729026177568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3600890729026177568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/06/breaking-up.html' title='breaking up'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-1528241411918520934</id><published>2008-04-16T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:40:28.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BERDE ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://nostalgicmemories.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/summer094vintage.jpg" border="3" width= 250 height= 220 alt="Click to go to my Multiply"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Berde. So ummm, I guess everyone knows that it means Green in Spanish. So what? haha. Anyway, I together with my family went to my tito's graduation yesterday. It was such a headache `cause many came &amp; the place was effing hot! But it never stopped me from taking pictures of myself. haha. VANITY! I wore a green dress &amp; a white spaghetti in it. &amp;&amp; luckily, i found a green balloon! WEEPEE! So i ended the day taking lotsa pics with the balloon. ^___^ Uhuh. So i hope you visit my &lt;a href="http://nostalgicmemories.multiply.com"&gt;multi&lt;/a&gt; &amp; give me some comments. lovelots :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-1528241411918520934?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1528241411918520934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=1528241411918520934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1528241411918520934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1528241411918520934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/04/berde.html' title='BERDE &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-5583048159236849110</id><published>2008-04-16T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:04:02.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justine Layouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size= 8&gt;NOW OPEN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://justinelayouts.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/SITE.jpg" border="0" alt="Justine Layouts" width= 280 height= 172&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes! Finally my site's published! I'm so overwhelmed. Hindi ba obvious? haha. My site's about Friendster Layouts.  I hope you'll like it &amp; soon use it. After all, I made the layouts all by myself. :) Someday I'm gonna get my own domain. Oh yeah. I'm really passionate about making sites, blogs &amp; chuva. lol. I hope this site will be a success since I really spent my time on it. blah blah. Hope you'll visit it. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIG THANKS TO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/me/donatedlove" target="_blank"&gt;donated&amp;hearts;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-5583048159236849110?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5583048159236849110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=5583048159236849110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/5583048159236849110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/5583048159236849110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/04/justine-layouts.html' title='Justine Layouts'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-3548218188716642877</id><published>2008-03-26T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:57:46.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing him..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;"I miss the guy who makes my heart beat &lt;b&gt;faster and faster&lt;/b&gt;.."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/Me_love011.jpg" border="3" width= 240 height= 320&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;i miss the way you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss the way you walk &amp; talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss your jokes &amp; laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss the way you tease me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss the way you put your arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss the way you touch your lips on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss the way you hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss the way you play with our noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss the way you tell me how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss your voice, eyes, nose &amp; lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss your warm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i miss my pretty boy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size= 3&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BOO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-3548218188716642877?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3548218188716642877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=3548218188716642877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3548218188716642877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3548218188716642877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing-him.html' title='Missing him..'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-5523440976142793362</id><published>2008-03-26T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:59:54.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/It__s_all_green_by_ennil.jpg" border="3" height= 186 width= 226&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I wish I was this girl just sitting on the fields and imagining a wonderful summer. I'm dreaming of a summer full of memoirs with him. I'm dreaming of a summer romance.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-5523440976142793362?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5523440976142793362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=5523440976142793362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/5523440976142793362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/5523440976142793362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/03/start-of-summer.html' title='Start of Summer'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-3902623153343746988</id><published>2008-02-06T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:12:33.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>hey hey. Is it late if I still post my New Year's Resolutions? Well you know it's February now.haha. &lt;i&gt;"Sorry. Pagpasensyahan niyo na lang ako &amp;&amp; I hope you read this."&lt;/i&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Another year. Another me. Time to change myself. For a better me. :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008. What could be the possible changes that will happen? Am I going to be the toppest student in class? Am I going to be rich? Will I meet my favorite Hollywood actor? Am I going to have a wonderful love life? Who knows? Even I can't guess it. Only God knows what will happen in my future &amp;&amp; I'm hoping that this year will be great. This year, I'm planning to change myself. Not for the worse, but for the better. I want to be a good example to others. :) Nyay. Sounds very angelic huh? I want little kids to look up to me &amp; someday be their model. Next, I want to take a diet &amp; limit my rice to 2 cups the maximum. HAHA. Imma pig! :D &amp;&amp; I want to save &amp; save this year so that I won't ask money from my parents always. I also want to be a better student. I want to study hard &amp; have good grades in class. I want to be hardworking. Next next next. I want to be responsible. Responsible for myself, my sibs, things &amp;&amp; many more.. I don't want to be sluggish anymore. I want to be organize. Specially with my things `cause it's damn messy! ERR. I want to be an independent person because I don't want to ask help from others always. I want to learn to stand by myself and keep myself from falling down. I know it's hard but I will do my best to make it. &amp;&amp; Lastly, I wanna be complete. :) &lt;br /&gt;I don't have lots of wishes for this year. I just want this year or me to be happy. I wanna be happy. I mean, happier in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hope God hears all of this &amp;&amp; make it come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-3902623153343746988?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3902623153343746988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=3902623153343746988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3902623153343746988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3902623153343746988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-6390055039983760324</id><published>2008-02-06T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:05:38.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/?action=view&amp;current=xCINNAMON139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/xgreenchiiqx/xCINNAMON139.jpg" border="4" width= 240 height= 320&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. At last I'm back. It was like 6 months ago since I updated my blog. Gaadh, I was really busy. But hey, I'm kicking back again in Blogger. Well, I miss blogger! &amp;&amp; those hotties out there! I missed you. Hope to read all your blogs again. So, how am I? Ummmmm, I'm still the old me. blahblah. Still crappy from school. I hate school but school is fun when friends are around! There are only 2 months to go then goodbye school hello summer! :D Haha. Am I too early to celebrate? Prom is coming up &amp; I'm really really excited! I already have my prom dress &amp;&amp; its color is beige! Simple but elegant. :) I wanna see my friends in those cocktail dresses! HAHA. I wanna see our looks. If we flaunt or not.lol Till here. I'll drop again sooooon. &amp;&amp; Btw, I miss you boo! HAHA. far-out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-6390055039983760324?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6390055039983760324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=6390055039983760324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/6390055039983760324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/6390055039983760324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back. :)'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-8896308734922484444</id><published>2007-07-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:47:10.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I Ever</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;     Gosh. It's so late na and I need to wake up early tomorrow for school.ugggh. Anyway, pahabol lang to. We have an assignment in English `bout "Shape Poetry" and I really don't know what poem to write `cause im so not into it. I wasn't born to be a poet!blaaah. Suddenly, I thought of him. The love of my life. Then I had an idea what to write. Here it is. I hope he can read this. Its for you. &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;br /&gt;that if I sit really still and silent,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I like to think&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;in time with mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;br /&gt;that when I watch you speak to me&lt;br /&gt;through lines and cords,&lt;br /&gt;and bytes and ram,&lt;br /&gt;I imagine&lt;br /&gt;your voice,&lt;br /&gt;whispering into my ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;br /&gt;that I wait out each day&lt;br /&gt;in anticipation,&lt;br /&gt;wanting&lt;br /&gt;only an hour or two,&lt;br /&gt;just a second in space and time,&lt;br /&gt;to feel close to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I will reach out,&lt;br /&gt;touching your name&lt;br /&gt;on this cold screen before me,&lt;br /&gt;wishing&lt;br /&gt;I could reach in&lt;br /&gt;and pull you to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;br /&gt;that there has been times,&lt;br /&gt;when I ached for you,&lt;br /&gt;ached for you so badly,&lt;br /&gt;that the emotions overwhelmed me..&lt;br /&gt;and so I sat and cried for hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;br /&gt;that after the first time I heard&lt;br /&gt;the sound of your voice,&lt;br /&gt;thousands of miles away,&lt;br /&gt;I sat up all night,&lt;br /&gt;turning the conversation over and over&lt;br /&gt;in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;examining it,&lt;br /&gt;like some newly discovered object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;br /&gt;that I would give everything up,&lt;br /&gt;just for one night&lt;br /&gt;to be able to lay near you,&lt;br /&gt;to feel your chest rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;with each breath you take,&lt;br /&gt;just to know that you are real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;br /&gt;that I dream of you often,&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you reaching out&lt;br /&gt;and touching my hand,&lt;br /&gt;simply to let me know&lt;br /&gt;that you are there,&lt;br /&gt;and everything is okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you?&lt;br /&gt;have I still yet to tell you......&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;font size= 3&gt;I love you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't tell me I don't care or love you anymore. It will always be. I miss you :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-8896308734922484444?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8896308734922484444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=8896308734922484444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/8896308734922484444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/8896308734922484444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-i-ever.html' title='Have I Ever'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-1787065895282441209</id><published>2007-06-30T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T05:38:04.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is LOVE?</title><content type='html'>Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, And your voice caught within your chest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's &lt;font color= white&gt;Like&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's &lt;font color= white&gt;Lust&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud, and eager to show them off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's &lt;font color= white&gt;Luck&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want them because you know they're there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's &lt;font color= white&gt;Loneliness&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you there because it's what everyone wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's &lt;font color= white&gt;Loyalty&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you stay for their confessions of Love, because you don't want to hurt them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's &lt;font color= white&gt;Pity&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's being &lt;font color= white&gt;Unconfident&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's &lt;font color= white&gt;Infatuation&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's &lt;font color= white&gt;Friendship&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell them every day they are the only one you think of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's a &lt;font color= white&gt;Lie&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * It isn't&lt;font color= red&gt; Love&lt;/font&gt;, it's &lt;font color= white&gt;Charity&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Then it's &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Then it's &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Then it's &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Then it's&lt;font color= red&gt; Love&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Then it's &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Then it's &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Then it's &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt; is painful, and tortures us so,&lt;br /&gt;why do we &lt;font color= red&gt;Love&lt;/font&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it all we search for in life?&lt;br /&gt;This pain, this agony?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it all we long for?&lt;br /&gt;This torture, this powerful death of self?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because it's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= red size= 4&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love &amp;hearts;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveisgreat.com/ABOUT_LOVE/What_is_love.htm"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-1787065895282441209?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1787065895282441209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=1787065895282441209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1787065895282441209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/1787065895282441209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-love.html' title='What is LOVE?'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-7692306977305026337</id><published>2007-06-30T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T05:00:03.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoti;mi amor ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size= 3 color= red&gt;"FUTURE INTERNATIONAL MODEL"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/Untitled-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="My cuddly lil brother" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Dominic Alan Rufila&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: NJ&lt;br /&gt;Location: Davao City, Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: New Jersey, USA&lt;br /&gt;Age: 3 yrs. old&lt;br /&gt;B-day: July 24, 2003&lt;br /&gt;School: Colegio de San Ignacio&lt;br /&gt;Likes: Cars, Trains, Spongebob &amp;&amp; Dora&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes: vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Favorite word: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Favorite foods: ICE CREAM! ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;Ambition: to be a race car driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size= 4 color= green&gt; WHO WANTS TO BE HIS GF??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apply now! &amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-7692306977305026337?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/7692306977305026337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=7692306977305026337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/7692306977305026337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/7692306977305026337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/06/shotimi-amor.html' title='Shoti;mi amor &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-8639086892871250586</id><published>2007-06-27T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T08:36:20.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"HULAGWAY MOMENTS"</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;     The day before yesterday (June 25.Monday], my teacher in Filipino asked us what's the meaning of the vernacular word "HULAGWAY". We totally had no idea. So Teacher Yolly gave it as an assignment. The day after it w/c was yesterday (June 26.Tuesday), my classmates had the answer of our assignment. I forgot to ask my lola! Gosh! Their answer was "PICTURE or LARAWAN" &amp;&amp; it was correct! "Yeapy! I have a new word in my vocabulary na!" I said. Then it was a perfect timing `cause i brought my camera w/ me in school. Weeee! Then in our recess break, i told them "C'mon! Let's have HALUGWAY moments together!" haha. (nagamit q ung new word ^______^) then Me, Be-be, Maki &amp;&amp; Bai (my gfs) started taking pix at the canteen. Tuesday was our P.E. day! &amp;&amp; the rest of the day was filled w/ Hulagway moments. Morning till afternoon (: weeweewee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt;CLICK THE PHOTOS FOR A LARGER VERSION*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00195.jpg" border="0" alt="click for a larger preview (:" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFRIENDS &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;(Justiiine, Maki, Be-be &amp;&amp; Bai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00253.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00253.jpg" border="0" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGA GWAPA! WALAY MUPALAG! :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00231.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00231.jpg" border="0" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00228.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00228.jpg" border="0" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;&amp; Maki&amp;hearts; (Japanese girl) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00226.jpg" border="0" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00209.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00209.jpg" border="0" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pol &amp;&amp; Me (:&lt;-&gt;Me &amp;&amp; Ishy&amp;hearts; (Be-be) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00233.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00233.jpg" border="0" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME &amp;&amp; Bai&amp;hearts; (Punk girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00206.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00206.jpg" border="0" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00234.jpg" border="0" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIZZLING HOT :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00242.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00242.jpg" border="0" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00243.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00243.jpg" border="0" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMIL&amp;&amp;JONANOIH (stolen shots! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00241.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00241.jpg" border="0" width= 200 height= 270&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorenzo aka "THE BENCH MODEL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00213.jpg" border="0" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Prettier Prettiest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00255.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00255.jpg" border="0" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS! St. Paul girls ^____^(partial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00257.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00257.jpg" border="0" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W/ Kate &amp;&amp; Joy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00212.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00212.jpg" border="0" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVED &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00207.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00207.jpg" border="0" width= 300 height= 200&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; Mi Amor &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget these "HULAGWAY" moments. Never will I. Love these guys ubeeer! St. Paul ROCKS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justiiine&amp;hearts;Ishy&amp;hearts;Maki&amp;hearts;Bai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 8 color= red&gt; &lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-8639086892871250586?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8639086892871250586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=8639086892871250586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/8639086892871250586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/8639086892871250586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/06/hulagway-moments.html' title='&quot;HULAGWAY MOMENTS&quot;'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-996097785889321763</id><published>2007-06-27T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T06:06:51.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[JUNE 23]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;         Actually, i wanted to put this post days ago but gaaadh, this is the only time i have. :( blah blah. anyway, 23 was the day for me. I am a part of the officers in our church district. Imagine, 7 churches &amp;&amp;amp; im one of the officers. :) (secret na kung ano ung par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t ko :p) Basta, yun na yun. We were the sponsors for the 2nd fellowship this year &amp;&amp;amp; there were lots of things ive done. Kapagood! I met alot of people &amp;&amp;amp; most especially my "crush" that has a crush on me too.DAW. yun sabi nila. We had this reporting &amp;&amp;amp; im one of the anchors &amp;&amp;amp; they said i was great. OMGness. We had so much fun but it was too tiring. blah. We had "halugway moments" together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00128.jpg" width=" 150" height=" 200"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00135.jpg" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00168.jpg" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC001002.jpg" width= 150 height= 200&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00147.jpg" width= 200 height= 150&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/DSC00166.jpg" width= 200 height= 150&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lotsa pics but the MB is too big.whaaat? LOL. I also saw my crush &amp;&amp; we talked several times.my gaaadh. Victor Basa look-alike! :D Then in the afternoon, we had this mini-concert &amp;&amp; we looked so silly &amp;&amp; he was looking at me from the top. yikes. Afternoon was fun but damn! It was so freaking hot! I almost slept on Kuya Jun's shoulders! At social night, they asked me to be his partner in marching. whew! kapagod! I joined lotsa games but i went back to my chair because I was tired. My "crush" &amp;&amp; I didnt have the chance to be partners for some reason. blah. (secret na lang namin :p) My tummy ached &amp;&amp; i didnt enjoy the rest of the night. I went home late then fell asleep. zZzZz. See you soon ***! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-996097785889321763?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/996097785889321763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=996097785889321763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/996097785889321763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/996097785889321763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/06/june-23.html' title='[JUNE 23]'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-8252792692656581527</id><published>2007-06-16T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:01:04.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;     Thank God i have the time for my blogger! gaaaaaadh. i was busy the whole week! waaaaa! You know, classes are starting. What a bummer! I just hate myself for breaking my promise. I promised to create a post &lt;u&gt;EVERYDAY!&lt;/u&gt; But, it didnt happend. It was over one week that i didn't open my blogger &amp;&amp; friendster. =( I miss my friendster &amp;&amp; blogger buddies. I hope they miss me too. You know who you are guys :p If you want to read the rest of this post just &lt;b&gt;SCROLL DOWN :)&lt;/b&gt; but if your tired &amp;&amp; feeling boring, press &lt;s&gt;ALT+F4&lt;/s&gt;. These are the things that you missed as of o6-o6-o7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color= red&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Puffy &amp;&amp; i went malling. Watched Pirates of the Carribean 3. Ate at Port cafe. &amp;&amp; went shopping. &lt;font size= 4 color= ff6ec7&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My papi scolded me &amp;&amp; im grounded. =( No class, no allowance. No addition too! &amp;&amp; no gigs with my classmates! &lt;u&gt;ONLY IN SCHOOL THEN HOUSE&lt;/u&gt;!! uggh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cried alot in bed for several days wishing that mamita was here.&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to school last friday for orientation.&lt;br /&gt;5. Met my best buddies at school.&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to the House of Praise (church) last Saturday &amp;&amp; joined the meeting of CENDAYO officers for June 23's ocassion.&lt;br /&gt;7. Off i went to Sm to buy stuffs for school. I saw a green bag that I really loved but since i was grounded, Papi didn't give me money for it.bummer! I got sad &amp;&amp; he noticed it so my dad talked to me &amp;&amp; told me he'll buy it next time. But still, I wasn't happy. We went to the grocery &amp;&amp; I got an accident &amp;&amp; had a wound at my left ankle. Saw some blood &amp;&amp; Papi rushed to get some medicine &amp;&amp; put a red checkered band-aid. I bowed my my head because i was crying &amp;&amp; `cause of shame. My goodness! Im 15 already! But I cant stop being a &lt;u&gt;crybaby&lt;/u&gt;! errrr. &lt;br /&gt;16. Advanced celebration of Araw ng Kalayaan &amp;&amp; just stayed in the room to watch tv. It was damn boring!&lt;br /&gt;17. Tuesday. June 12, 07! Classes classes! Met my buddies, teachers &amp;&amp; Karlena, (new classmate from UIC)  My assigned seat was infront `cause i was near-sighted but still i cant see! errrr. I think i need some glasses! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;18. Went to the bball court at our subdivision to watch the band. Our place was celebrating fiesta that time. I went out w/ my berks. Played carnival games. wahaha! Saw lots of pogi.blaah. Listened to lots of singing contestants. &amp;&amp; went home late around 11:45 pm. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;19. Wrote lots &amp;&amp; lots of school requirements in my binder. School was totally naff! &amp;&amp; I so love to go home! &lt;br /&gt;20. The teachers introduced themeselves, i know almost all of them! &amp;&amp; they gave their projects! Whaaaaaaaaat??! OMGness! It's still the first day of class!uggh.&lt;br /&gt;21. Talked, talked &amp;&amp; talked w/ my buddies. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;22. I got to sleep 7:30-9:30pm! `cause school is very tiring! &amp;&amp; i didnt have lots of time to text him. =( Sorry babe. I love you alot! *fk*&lt;br /&gt;23. Got no mistakes in my English assignment w/c was writing a poem! Wee! :)&lt;br /&gt;24. One of the two highest studes in our grammar quiz! Weewee! :))&lt;br /&gt;25. June15. Socialization day! Got scolded again from papi! err. Went to school &amp;&amp; I belong to the Blue team but i wore a purple top! haha! who cares?! Joined the cheering &amp;&amp; i wasn't really serious with it. Joined the hoolahoop (am i right?)  game but the team didnt win! nah. I was forced to join that game `cause my friends pushed me! Mga gaga kayo! Lab you guys! The whole day was boring since they mixed elem. &amp;&amp; highschool! blah! &lt;font color= ff6ec7&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. My friends decided to go malling but unfortunately i can't join because of that &lt;b&gt;GROUNDED&lt;/b&gt; thingy! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;27. Stayed home to sleep. Good grief!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;center&gt; &lt;font color= ffb3dc size= 5&gt; AND THIS DAY?? GO &amp;&amp; READ:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 16. Woke up 5:30 am to prepare for church. Then after all the beauty i have to do, i got my cam &amp;&amp; took pictures of myself. LOL. LOVED &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k262/rookie_style011/loved.gif" border="0" width= 300&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I rushed to church! I was so early `cause i arrived 8am &amp;&amp; it usually starts at 8:30 am! haha! HIMALA! :p Then I met my church friends including my most loved cousin, Ate Lai &amp;hearts; We sang infront as a token for all the fathers since we were celebrating Father's Day. &amp;&amp; i talked at my boy friends &amp;&amp; i admit i didnt really listen to the pastor's preaching. hihi. Sorry po. Then I forced Ate Lai to eat at Mcdo &amp;&amp; it's my treat but she's not in the mood. waaa! Then, me &amp;&amp; the other officers of CENDAYO practiced for the fellowship w/c is next saturday. &amp;&amp; i was one of the directors! WOW! chaka! After church, me, Ate Lai &amp;&amp; my other beloved friends went to Mcdo to grab something to eat! Yumm. I ordered Chicken fillet, burger, fries &amp;&amp; drinks! Whew! I was so full! Then we went to Victoria since Ate Weng will buy something. &amp;&amp; most of the time were window shopping! Then we went to listen to an accoustic band outside &amp;&amp; had pictures together! FUN! ^_______^ Then dad called `cause he want me home already! then Kuya Bry &amp;&amp; Ate Lai went home w/ me. How sweet. The rest stayed to hear the band. bleeeh! &gt;___&lt; Home atlast! I rested &amp;&amp; watched tv with pineapple juice in my hand. Whew! Thank God. Then now, im writing this blog for you guys. I hope you'll read it &amp;&amp; start giving some comments. Please drop me some LOVE aryt? Ugggh! &lt;s&gt;BACK PAIN&lt;/s&gt;!! I have to be in bed now. Papi's not here yet! Well, he can handle himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;font size= 4 color= red&gt;HAPPY FATHER's DAY TO ALL YOUR FATHERS! &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-8252792692656581527?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8252792692656581527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=8252792692656581527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/8252792692656581527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/8252792692656581527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy-week.html' title='Busy week'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-9157956063253356361</id><published>2007-06-05T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T05:26:23.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchy-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFpRJHK7bvg/RmVUfephYYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CvQNm-aDqo8/s1600-h/blogger.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFpRJHK7bvg/RmVUfephYYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CvQNm-aDqo8/s320/blogger.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072553455082627458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;          I went to the dentist awhile ago to have my monthly check-up since i have braces. Yikes, i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; one of the geeks now.  One of my brackets fell-off. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think it's the right term. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So, the dentist fixed it &amp;&amp;amp; gosh. It totally hurts! I also hate the part when she changed the rubber. Damn meeeen! &lt;b&gt;Ouchyness!&lt;/b&gt; LOL. Guess what? It's not green anymore. It's PINK PINK PINK. My bestfriend requested that color.ahaha! After going to the dentist we went  to Victoria to shop some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Weee. Grocery.I love! &lt;b&gt;Food Food Food!&lt;/b&gt; We met dad's cousin &amp;&amp;amp; his son. His son looks like "Oyo Boy Sotto".  Am I right?? Actually he's my 2nd cousin. I think. I have a crush on him &amp;&amp;amp; they said he has a crush on me too!  &lt;b&gt;*yikes*&lt;/b&gt;  Then they talk a bit and my uncle said  "Wag ka muna mgbf2. Maganda ka baya." &lt;b&gt;*laughs*&lt;/b&gt; Haha! Crazy crazy! That's not true! After the conversation, we went inside the grocery section. I opened my bag for inspection but the guard really hold my bag and said "Thank you" then i just nod my head. But he didn't let go of my bag! &lt;b&gt;WTF!!&lt;/b&gt;  Then  he  let go of it when I said "Your welcome." Gaaadh. What a maniac! He ogled at me as if he wants to k*ss me! &lt;b&gt;ugggh!&lt;/b&gt; Good thing I went off then started pushing the cart. :) I got alot of snacks! haha. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;AKO PA!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  After grocery, I went to "Kar's Squidballs" to eat `cause i was so hungry. Then the guy working there was staring me! And he was so clumsy! Uggggh.  Nevermind. We went back to our car, then me &amp;&amp;amp; Papi rushed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Whew! Home sweet Home! :)  My head aches everytime im in that red car! I rushed to the store to buy some load `cause he was txting me.ayay! &lt;b&gt;*blushes*&lt;/b&gt; Then I went to the pc to update my blog and most especially my &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/xgreenchiiqx"&gt;Friendster account&lt;/a&gt;. I also made a banner for my blogger. I wanted to look the banner so simple. (The picture on top.) Simple ayt?? Then I chatted with my best ol buddy. Puffy. &amp;&amp;amp; we'll go strolling &amp;&amp;amp; shopping tommorrow! Gosh! Im so excited! Ahaha! Bet you don't know where we'll go! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Gotta go! Errrr. My brother is bugging me! What a pc freak! uggggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 102);font-size:8;" &gt;BODIE ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-9157956063253356361?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/9157956063253356361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=9157956063253356361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/9157956063253356361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/9157956063253356361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/06/ouchy-ness.html' title='Ouchy-ness'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lFpRJHK7bvg/RmVUfephYYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CvQNm-aDqo8/s72-c/blogger.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-4073833718446209977</id><published>2007-06-04T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:12:26.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;          It's 3:56am in my clock now and still im not sleeping. Well, I did. I just woke up around 3 because i heard my lil bro crying because of my dad's car. I think my dad came from a party &amp; im sure his drunk now. He's sleeping outside.ahaha Let's go back to the topic. My lil bro was crying then i went down to see him. Then he asked me if he can go to daddy &amp;amp;&amp; i said "No, daddy's drunk now." so he just asked me to sleep with him. My gaaadh, his bed is too small &amp;amp;&amp; i can't sleep well with it. So I went back to get my blanky because it was damn cold. I tried to sleep but I really can't.bummer! I thought of writing in my diary. Who knows?? Dad's outside sleeping &amp;amp;&amp; same with everyone else. I wish ill feel sleepy. Yes, I am now. A little bit. Oh, i wish i can sleep in my little bed now with my cuddly pillow &amp;amp;&amp; dream of my man. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*blush*&lt;/span&gt; I think he's (my man) mad to me now. ahaha. Wanna know? nah. Nevermind. I think ill go back to sleep after a few minutes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-4073833718446209977?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4073833718446209977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=4073833718446209977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/4073833718446209977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/4073833718446209977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1986586376281183627.post-3448249485665885438</id><published>2007-06-04T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:25:34.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05.04.07 ♥</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;im so happy today `cause atlast i have my new Blogger! LOL. &amp;&amp; thank God for &lt;a href="http://vainballerina.blogspot.com/"&gt;puffy.&lt;/a&gt; She helped me all the way! &lt;font size= 4 color= ff6ec7&gt;ILY PUFFY! &amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill put my story `bout my daily life here.ahaha. I &lt;b&gt;promise&lt;/b&gt;. Woooh! Summer's out! 3rd year life, here I come! ugggh. I want summer &lt;u&gt;FOREVER&lt;/u&gt;. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1986586376281183627-3448249485665885438?l=thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3448249485665885438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1986586376281183627&amp;postID=3448249485665885438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3448249485665885438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1986586376281183627/posts/default/3448249485665885438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestoryofmyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/06/050407.html' title='05.04.07 &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>justiiinejan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14832518938384439615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
