<?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-12817176</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:43:51.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..letting it all out..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817176.post-112696644769830245</id><published>2005-09-13T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T07:14:07.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after so long..tsk, tsk.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hey..=) it's been a long time since we have talked. so much happened na tlga. we're already training for cheering..coz yep..intrams is just aroung the corner.. (what's with the cliche..? hehe) wla lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ACET is coming up..i have not studied a bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;pizza party last saturday..it was astig but yummi was not..hehe. we so made kalat tlga..tsk, tsk.. our prayer? that God keep our feet on the ground..always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;and yah..my close tita isa died last sunday..we're all praying for her family..and we will surely miss her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;gosh..my sched is hectic tlga..everyday training for cheerdance..and shempre..school work. now i know how it feels to be a senior. badtrip..hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;breaking news: madonna (the bakla of 3rd year) hit our kenneth on the face..he was like bleeding and his face swelling tlga kanina. lagot siya..he does not know what he put himself into..and hahaha! lagot lang tlga siya sa intrams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;my mind and feeling is so confusing right now. i hate it. i don't know what to think and feel. i have gone through a lot these past few days. a lot of tampos and a lot of fights. i don't know if i just want it to end..or is it because i did not want it to end at all in the first place. all i know..i love my family..and friends so much..and this certain friend i love above all of them..i don't know why..and i'm not sure..but i think it's what i really feel..i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112696644769830245?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112696644769830245/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817176.post-112410647807214200</id><published>2005-08-13T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T04:47:58.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the month after</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;after  a month..i am still stuck. i wanna get out but i just cannot. i still love you so&lt;br /&gt;much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i don't know if i should still keep this to myself lang..i am still crippled inside..and my&lt;br /&gt;heart is bursting with love for you..i thought that i would be fine like this..i was&lt;br /&gt;wrong..with a big x-mark. it's so hard...i miss you so much..i can't help but cry every&lt;br /&gt;time i remember you..and how much you loved me then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ugh..i wanna get you out of my head na..it's really killing me..i still love you so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112410647807214200?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112410647807214200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=112410647807214200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112410647807214200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112410647807214200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/08/month-after.html' title='the month after'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-112239027319514959</id><published>2005-07-26T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T08:04:33.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reality bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;he maybe the only one who understands how much i love him. and righ now, i feel that i am being laughed at. i know my eyes could not hide the happiness that i feel, even if he just takes a quick glance at me. i am not sure if i should feel happy about that, or feel sorry for  myself because i am still giving out my love, and it seems that i just can't learn how to stop..even if i know that that love will not be returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i looked at him just now..god..i really do love yo so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i wish i could find a way to get you out of my head. sometimes i want to think that i need to get mad at you..just so that i would forget you. i know that there is no point for me to be stuck here any longer..but it seems that finding a way out is even harder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i wish that i find it easy to deal wih myself. i know what i have to do..but i just can't seem to have a head start of it. something is still holding me back. i know what i need to do...pray. =) (hahaha..lord, thanks for always reminding me of your great love..the devil cannot hold me back anymore..)  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112239027319514959?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112239027319514959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=112239027319514959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112239027319514959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112239027319514959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/07/reality-bites.html' title='reality bites'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-112229701070610192</id><published>2005-07-25T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T06:10:10.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>especially for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Especially for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wanna let you know what I was going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the time we were apart I thought of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love never changed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still feel the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Especially for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I wanna tell you I was feeling that way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if dreams were wings, you know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would have flown to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be where you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter how far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And now that I'm next to you&lt;br /&gt;No more dreaming about tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forget the loneliness and the sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got to say It's all because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And now we're back together, together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the love I have is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Especially for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna tell you, you mean all the world to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I'm certain that our love was meant to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You changed my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You showed me the way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And now that I'm next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've waited long enough to find you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna put all the hurt behind you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh,And I wanna bring out all the love inside you,Oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And now we're back together, together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the love I have is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were in my heart My love never changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No more dreaming about tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Forget the loneliness and the sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got to say It's all because of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And now we're back together, together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna show you my heart is oh so true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the love I have is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especially for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112229701070610192?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112229701070610192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=112229701070610192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112229701070610192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112229701070610192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/07/especially-for-you_112229701070610192.html' title='especially for you'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-112227134439632343</id><published>2005-07-25T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:07:21.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing out loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i saw him a lot this week. no one would understand how happy i was..really. maybe no&lt;br /&gt;one would believe me if i admit to them that unil now..i am still dying inside. it was a&lt;br /&gt;very big space in my heart that was left empty. and at this point, he is the only one that&lt;br /&gt;could fit in that space..my other half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;everytime i see him...god do i still want him back. i know that will never happen. it's a wierd&lt;br /&gt;feeling though because i am still hurt by that thought. but beleive me..it really is fine&lt;br /&gt;with me..i just miss him so much. i want to be his girl and i want to really close to him&lt;br /&gt;everytime we are together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i realized how scared i was to feel alone and i realized how secured and safe i feel when i&lt;br /&gt;am with him. i was literally scared when i walked along the streests and realized that he&lt;br /&gt;was not holding my hand. (sa arte ko ba nman na toh..) pero un..poor me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i wish we could still show each other how much we care. we already know nman na we&lt;br /&gt;cannot be together..i just don't want to be deprived of the one i love so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112227134439632343?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112227134439632343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=112227134439632343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112227134439632343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112227134439632343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/07/laughing-out-loud.html' title='laughing out loud'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-112186870246057668</id><published>2005-07-20T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T07:16:53.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you GOD! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i'm happy today..i just realized that i really can't live not seeing him everyday.. (or i was just so used to that..) and just to see him is enough..(and demanding ko nman if i want more)..=) i just wish we could be like this all the time..surprisingly..it is fine with me..bsta..happy day..=) and i know pla why..i started my day with a prayer..nice tlga..i love you GOD! =) he never lets me be sad..i know he is always with me..i lift up to you all the praises and glory! =) ang saya saya..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112186870246057668?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112186870246057668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=112186870246057668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that i still love him so much. and i know that i am still jealous because his attention isn't mine...but i am still surviving. everytime i see him, i still think that i want him back..but at the same time..i want him to grow for GOD and really have and pursue an intimate love relationship with HIM. i know i am doing the right thing...this may be hard..but hey..this is for GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i miss the way he takes care of me...i miss everything about him. i know that everytime i look at him..i love him more...but i like that..because i love loving him.i know i would still be so much hurt if the time comes that he does not love me anymore..but reality really does bite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i don't know if i am trying to say that i choose to continue loving him.. may GOD understand and forgive me.. there's nothing wrong with loving someone so much..right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;really..i want to find someone for me..or maybe even find my next love..but i don't know if this is for revenge..(like making him jealous..) or i just miss someone caring for me so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dynna?! all these things you can find from the real source of true love..your GOD that you have accepted as your personal LORD and SAVIOR five years ago..you don't have to go looking for someone else..HE will give it to you...in HIS right time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;...hehe..dunno what to write next..haha! =) bsta i know GOD is the strength of my heart..=) i love GOD and him so much..hehehe! =) but i still love GOD above all..that..nothing could change! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;...intindihin niyo na lang ha..it really is not easy to just fall out of love..=) and i am happy now nman e..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112178177764562452?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112178177764562452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=112178177764562452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112178177764562452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112178177764562452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/07/waiting-in-vain.html' title='waiting in vain'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-112152525375417731</id><published>2005-07-16T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T07:47:33.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am happy that GOD loves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i am GOD's and happy to be HIS. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i love you but i love GOD more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you love me but GOD loves me more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i am not sad when i am  not with you..but you still make me the happiest person in the world for some reasons. it's just easy to resist you now..and i know what to do and what GOD wants me to do..i know it will take long before my love for you will fade..because i really do love you so much. but it's easier to resist you when i have GOD in my life..i just pray everytime the thought of you draws near my mind..and i put GOD first in everything. it really is easier to let go when i know that i am doing this for GOD. i regret for not turning to GOD earlier..but we can't turn back time..i'm just happy that i did na..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;really..nothing is greater than experiencing HIS love and being in HIS presence. i was happy before..and do not regret that because that was true love..only GOD's love is greater.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817176.post-112126732967665642</id><published>2005-07-13T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T08:08:49.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter for no one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i can't know everything and i may not know much, &lt;strong&gt;but i know i love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if you ask for advice and i can't give one, i'll just hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'll call you every night or probably write to you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but i can't promise to always have much to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'll miss you everytime we're not together, and treasure every moment that we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i won't forget to say goodnight before i sleep, or goodmorning when i wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'll learn to cook for you or even learn to sing your favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i can't do everything though but i'll do everything i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and if you feel that you don't have anyone with  you anymore, look again...i'm there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they say friends come and go...i won't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they say people fall...i guess it's true, coz i fell for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;will you ever fall for me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if ever you do, &lt;strong&gt;where will we go? where will we end up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;frankly, i don't know...&lt;strong&gt;together is all i can guarantee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can't promise you much but a love that will last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can't promise you happiness either, but i'll try to make you smile every once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can't promise to solve all your problems, but i'll hug you  if you have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can't cheer you up everytime, but i'll cry wih you when you're sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i can't promise to always be around but i'll never be too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can't even promise to love you forever, but i'll love you with all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can't give you much and i may never be enough, but i'll give you all i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i may not always say the nicest things but i'll always be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i would make mistakes someimes but i will make it up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can't say that i'll never get mad but i'll always understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can't give the best advices but i'll always listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i can't be the perfect girl for you but there's nothing wrong in trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;can't promise to never be afraid but i would try to be brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but if you don't...it's okay. i'm not expecting you to love me anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whether you say yes or no, it really wouldn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;coz true love when it's really true...it doesn't need an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i won't ask you to love me too or anything...but i would ask for one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;just let me love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112126732967665642?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817176.post-112118078203830468</id><published>2005-07-12T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:13:04.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i miss him so much. i miss the way he hugs me as if i'm his baby. i miss the way he tells me what i have to do. i miss his checking-up-on-me calls. i miss the feel and the soft whisper of his lips on my ear. i miss his attention. i miss his kiss on my hand when a big foot steps on it. i miss his cute wink. i miss him wanting and longing to spend afternoons with me. i miss the way he cares for me so much..it's like he doesn't care how everything else is as long as i am okay. i miss his hand..i miss everything about him..and most especially...i miss being his girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i don't know when you will be mine again. i don't know when you will want me back. i don't know how long i will love you. i don't know if i can still stand the pain. ...i don't know if you still love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112118078203830468?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112118078203830468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=112118078203830468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112118078203830468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112118078203830468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-112117936521081629</id><published>2005-07-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:11:05.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't think of a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i saw him today.. and was very hurt. but i do not want him to see what i really feel inside because i know it will hurt him more. i am still confused..he loves me but he doesn't want to be with me..and doesn't fight for me. why the hell did they say that love conquers all if it did not conquer his guilt of having me in his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really felt sad when i saw him today and the realization that he is doing fine without me really slapped me on the face..hard! i know he loves me..but how does he take to resist me and show me that he is really doing fine? is he really doing fine? or he just tries his best to be an actor and not show me what he really feels inside because he still loves me above all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some thoughts that just don't fit...&lt;br /&gt;--yep, he loves me and i believe him&lt;br /&gt;--he shows me that he is moving on and is doing good in his life&lt;br /&gt;--he knows it hurts me to realize that&lt;br /&gt;--if he loves me, why will he let me be hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--he said once that he will keep up with something as long as they don't take me from him..and if that happens..he will be the one to stop them&lt;br /&gt;--he also said once that he couldn't get enough of me and wants to be with me every second of his life&lt;br /&gt;--he even told me to not worry coz he will never leave me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;--and now..he is the one that is pushing me away..to live my life apart from him&lt;br /&gt;--why did he even assure me and told me something to hold on to when he will not be there to take part of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i love him&lt;br /&gt;--he loves me&lt;br /&gt;--we don't have each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there is no way to have him back..but i couldn't stop loving him. i love him so muh that i am afraid that i might not lose this feeling forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112117936521081629?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817176.post-112118066983715691</id><published>2005-07-11T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:04:29.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's my day today but i am not counting. i don't know if that is something to be happy or lonely about. there is not even a point of trying to be happy because i don't have the one thing that gives me happiness and that keeps me going. there really is no point. because from now on..i don't have him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..till here. too depressed to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112118066983715691?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817176.post-112101110857321477</id><published>2005-07-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T08:58:28.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know when i could get this heavy feeling off my chest. it's something i want to keep and lose at the same time. it's something that is precious to me..and yet..i want to let go of it becase it's something that is holding me back to face what is ahead for me. so many times, i tell myself that i'm ready..and i think of you. and realize..am not. i can't understand why i am so in to you..and you are someone that is so hard to fall out of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;slowly..i'm missing you so much..but i still try to put things where they should be. although everytime i resist texting you..i am crippled and i wince coz really..it is so hard to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am jealous. of the thought that your attention isn't mine anymore. and more jealous that i cannot do anything about it. i am jealous becuase i don't know if i am the first and the last person you think about everyday. i am jealous because i don't know if you still think of texting me..but you just try not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't want to feel this way. but this thought just hunts me down. it's unexplainable..really. i don't want to think of you everytime i do something. but in everything i do..i still..remember you. you were part of my daily routine for so long. i want..and don't want to get you out of my system. i am so confused. i am only sure of one thing..that i don't want to stop loving you. it's the only thing i could do that you would not get mad at me..coz you wouldn't know what i am feeling anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;it hurts..because even in this courageous act of yours of letting me go..i still felt that i loved you even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but i guess it's okay for me to feel this way..you wouldn't know anyway.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;inside..i'm crying baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;inside..i'm dying baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't want to let you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;baby what you've done to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i'll keep it all inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112101110857321477?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112101110857321477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=112101110857321477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112101110857321477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112101110857321477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/07/inside.html' title='inside'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-112057962576714098</id><published>2005-07-06T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T09:07:05.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uuuuggggghhhhh!</title><content type='html'>it started when i woke up this morning..god my eyes suck..they have like the biggest eye bags ever..and mejo namamaga rin..after some time i realized na it was raining outside. damn i don't have an umbrella so what i brought to school was the big one with like the "J" handle..i arrived to school late..and yep, was all wet. morning pa lang haggard na ako. eco?my quiz that i was not able to study. i got only 13/20..gawsh. english was also kind of tiring..ang dami kasing discussion and shempre lalo nman ung physics. i was so depressed pa today na i really couldn't concentrate..kahit computer ndi ko naintindihan..&lt;br /&gt;i went to lyka's house after dismissal to computerize our rp2 homework. i tried to call home several times to inform them how i was and where i was...no one was picking up. lam niyo un..you want to finish what you are doing because you need it badly..but you also want to go home..knowing that your mum should be worrying bout you right now and you can't understand why the hell no one was answering...badtrip. i left her house ng hindi ko tapos (badtrip nga kasi i don't know how the hell i am going to print this 2mrow!) ..and so depressed coz you have to study pa for calculus ang french tests for the next day. ugh...it's like you don't know how you will let all the things you need to do fit one night or 7hours to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;i can't explain how my day ended. i was hurt, sad, guilty..and yep, still felt harassed. i'm hurt because i think someone forgot to care about me. sad because no one will stay up with me while i suffer here..kahit for moral support..unlike before..mas maganda. guilty..coz i know i don't have to let my anger control me. and harassed..coz until now i'm not yet done with what i have to do..(did this lang..i needed time to breathe and a chance to release what i feel)&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had what i love..maybe i wouldn't have a hard time doing this and handling everything else. i just wish things didn't go this way..my very bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112057962576714098?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112057962576714098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=112057962576714098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112057962576714098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112057962576714098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/07/uuuuggggghhhhh.html' title='uuuuggggghhhhh!'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817176.post-112048463909844732</id><published>2005-07-04T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T06:43:59.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you know that feeling when it's obvious that he is trying to reach out for your hand to fill the spaces in your fingers? and when he finallys has it, he will put it close to his mouth and gently kiss it...yep, butterflies in your stomach..it just makes you love him even more. that feeling when he caringly taps your back for no reason, but makes you feel secured..and makes you love him even more.  that feeling when he sends you a text message every now and then, and makes you feel rememberd...everytime!..and makes you love him even more. that feeling when he whispers to your ear that he loves you..it just blows everything away and it's just that moment you can remember for the day. and makes you love him even more. that feeling when he fixes your hair even if he doesn't know how to..it's just a small thing but still, it makes you love him even more.that feeling when you catch him staring at you for no reason and it gives you that strong energy that runs down your spine. you don't know what it is but it makes you love him even more. that feeling when you know that he just can't get over the thought that you were very pretty that day..it's nice to know that for someone, you are the most beautiful girl..and even that thought makes you love him even more.and  every action he does, even just the thought of him..it makes you love him even more.you love him so much and you can't have enough of him that all you want to do is to spend every moment together because every moment with each other is precious..even if you already know that you are gonna spend the rest of your lives together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but now i'm scared..that maybe we will not be able to spend the rest of our lives together..it just scares me to death..when you know that someday..he needs to let go of you..of reasons the two of you could only understand. i don't know when i will lose him. all i know is that that day is coming soon..and every minute..it scares me because i know that i cannot stop the time and that date will pass me with the blink of an eye..before i realize it..the most precious thing in my life is gone..forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it hurts to be apart from someone whom you have shared most of your life with. it hurts to be apart form someone whom you have planned your future with. it's like you have pictured your future together..even listed down some stuff you'll buy for your own home..and one day realize that everything you have planned for will not come to reality. it hurts to be apart from someone whom you know still loves you..and really doesn't want to let you go..but he has to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i do not know where to stand. i want to be with him and spend time with him before our journey reaches it's end. but the more i spend time with him, the more i fall..and the more it will hurt me when we have to part ways.i do not know what to do. even if i'm just waiting for that time to come, i still want to show him that i love him and care for him. but the more i express my true feelings, the more he falls..the more it will hurt him when we have to part ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my love, i know that i will love you forever. i will understand you if you need to let go..because i know that you are doing this because of your great love for me. thank you for loving me so much and for always making me feel special. you will always be my one true love. please always think of me..i don't want you to forget me. i know that even if i am willing to let you go, i still believe inside of me that we are for each other..and nothing would ever change that. thank you for everything and remember that i am just by your side always. i love you so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and really..every moment was precious..because we didn't get to spend the rest of our lives together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-112048463909844732?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/112048463909844732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=112048463909844732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112048463909844732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/112048463909844732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/07/that-feeling.html' title='that feeling'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-111996879755859191</id><published>2005-06-28T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:26:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aftrer ten years..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;omg..it's been like what? years?? haha.. grbe. so hectic tlga and&lt;br /&gt;stressing when there's school. i took lang time now to use the pc..my&lt;br /&gt;new pc! yep..got my own na..and walang nang-aagaw..sarap..=) wla&lt;br /&gt;lang, i'm kind of excited about it..all black kc and it's so pretty..=)&lt;br /&gt;anyway..grbe 1st 3weeks of school..going on four na nga e..well..i'm kind of&lt;br /&gt;doing good so far and shempre proud ako dun noh..=) u know..with&lt;br /&gt;the test results and everything.. not lying --- i'm thankful for my math&lt;br /&gt;teacher..ngaun ko lang tlga naintindihan ang math!!! as in spending&lt;br /&gt;time actually studying it?? yup..ngaun lang tlga..and take note..i'm&lt;br /&gt;kind of enjoying..wla lang..ang saya. my section?? k lang din. at first mejo feeling ko forever kaming lavo&lt;br /&gt;mode..pero it turned out to be so fine nman..we're fond of&lt;br /&gt;kantahan..yeah. saya..=) we're fond rin pala of the panda..well..i&lt;br /&gt;don't know pala if we're fond of it or we hate it..either of the&lt;br /&gt;two..hehehe. and grbe..ang sisipag ng teachers..kya nga forever&lt;br /&gt;kmeng may class.. pati si sir joga and mam casil always present..pero&lt;br /&gt;shempre diba..good for them din nman un..=) mejo fun nman ung&lt;br /&gt;mga teachers nmen..ung mabait pero tipong pinapakinggan??&lt;br /&gt;ganun..and terror na makakausap mo nman..gaun..hehe, and in&lt;br /&gt;fairness hindi boring mga class nila..most of them may mga&lt;br /&gt;activity..if not, magaling mag-handle ng discussion..ung hindi&lt;br /&gt;nagiging boring ung class. wla lang..ang galing =)and oc  ko nga pla ngaun..as in complete pa ako with the diary and&lt;br /&gt;everything..gosh tlga..=) studious nga kung baga..=) sana na lang&lt;br /&gt;kpag dumating ung time na puro sayaw na..hindi ako tamarin..well,&lt;br /&gt;try ko tlga..sana..UPCAT!!! i took up tourism and hirm..k lang kya un?? haha..no&lt;br /&gt;choice na..pero i'm fine nman with what i chose and shempre..un na&lt;br /&gt;din ung mga gusto ko..=) gosh! i really need to review na..because of&lt;br /&gt;jel, narealize ko na wala pala akong efforts for the&lt;br /&gt;upcat..kinakabahan na ako..i really want to pass..and shempre sa&lt;br /&gt;diliman diba..aion..sana tlga..=)maaga na daw ang intrams..hope we have enough time to train and&lt;br /&gt;practice..wala lang..=)aion..for now..sana ma-update ko lagi blog ko..mwah! =)happy birthday to mah sis!!! iluvu.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-111996879755859191?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111996879755859191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=111996879755859191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111996879755859191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111996879755859191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/06/aftrer-ten-years.html' title='aftrer ten years..'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-111686293765390480</id><published>2005-05-23T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:49:47.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cavite loca =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;once again..the gang and i went to cavite.. (the gang i talked about in my previous posts) ..we once again made "bulabog" the lao's quiet and peaceful home..haha! =) we went to this great beach and had a fun night swimming..before that pa pala ay beach volleyball..kya nga lang it was dark kya it was hard to see the ball..aion. pero i was kind of hesistant to swim sa beach. it was dark kasi and i can't see na what i would be stepping on. sa may shore lang tuloy kme and feet lang ung nabasa.. (ang arte tlga!) aion..&lt;br /&gt;we ate dinner..sarap ng mga baon and ihaw ni mam lao..(once again..thanks mam!) then we went to the pool..ang ganda nga ng shower room dun e..pang-conyo..mas maganda nman tlga ung pool =) aion.. we told stories and then the rest of the gang came after us..played games..ung forever na nilalaro sa pool?? ung maghahanapan ng piso..hehe..aion. =) then we took a bath and everything and natulog sa beach..it was cold grbe..aion..=) the morning after, we went home na and tried to sleep paden..bsta..sobrang saya tlga..hehe..un nga lang..i got sick! ugh..when i got home na..aion. it was so much fun...sa lahat ng kasama ko..thanks for the great experience and i love you all.. =)&lt;br /&gt;aion lang..we're planning na ung next outing dun is outing ng twothirds..i know it's gunna be so fun.. until the next outing..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-111686293765390480?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111686293765390480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=111686293765390480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111686293765390480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111686293765390480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/05/cavite-loca.html' title='cavite loca =)'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-111686236771018403</id><published>2005-05-23T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T08:47:30.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR FACTOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;it has been what..days?? haha..i don't know how many days na since i last posted here e..o basta..i was busy.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i attended this camp and fear factor was like their theme..2nd day was the most exciting.. (haha..not in order e..highlights nlang nung camp) it was like the challenge day.. first challenge: i can't remember na the title pero we had to finish this maze..prang.. imagine a ladder made of kawayan?? ganon..it has prang 11steps so there are 10 spaces..gets? aion, one person per space..we will like hold it up hanggang sa waist and suot nmen un until we get to the end of the maze..so like sobrang haba non so ang daming backing and everything kasi hindi magfifit ung ladder and everything..aion. and at the end of the maze..there is this prang log na we had to cross na puro mud and we can't fall kasi there is this mud pit under it..grbe noh?? prang it's only on tv na you see it happen..i never imagined myself na gagawin tlga un in real life..haha.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;the 2nd and 3rd challenges were fun din pero grbe kasi ung 4th challenge kya let's jump to that na.. =) aion..4th challenge?? starter muna.. i cried and was so scared (or i just can't think of another term) got it na ba? anyway..we had to walk on carabao shit! grbe tlga..i can't explain the game kasi hindi ko din gets gano..haha! pero bsta, it's like a board game. enclosed kme sa block.. basta prang pic frame na like 25people can fit in..kaya kung san pupunta ung isa, maddrag lahat..gets? ganon..may dice tapos kung ano ung number na lumabas..un ung number of steps na we have to make or number of blocks that we have to pass..bsta ung logic sa board game.. aion. it's like when u land on this one block..mud pit un. and the other, prang bubuhusan kayo ng water..nung mga prang sa firetruck..only smaller..and the other, bubuhusan kayo ng flour..and the last one..caraboa shit..grbe tlga. i really can't take it na nasa water thing pa lang..tumakas na ako sa frame nmen..god! as in umiiyak na ako..grbe nman kasi tlga.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;pero shempre the best thing that happened was that we saved souls for the Lord.. =) it's actually fear of the Future.. fear of Expectation..fear of Acceptance.. fear of Responsibility FACTOR... gets?? aion. we had four sessions, one for each fear thing, altar call and lives saved. =)this is a three day camp nga pala from may16-18. and God really used all the counselors and the pastors dun sa 3day camp na un.. =) Glory to God..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-111686236771018403?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111686236771018403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=111686236771018403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111686236771018403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111686236771018403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/05/fear-factor.html' title='FEAR FACTOR'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-111604162519690517</id><published>2005-05-14T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:33:45.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so-so day =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;happy birthday to lyka's brother: isaiah =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ugh..i'm not feeling well today..but i believe nman na m gunna be fine.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i had a great day yesterday..as in..it was so fun..pero mejo napagalitan kasi ako when i got home...hehehe... this morning, nagtext pa si kevin, nagiinvite kila iman pra tumambay.. aion.. i asked permission from my mom diba?? aion..pinagalitan ulet ako..=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;anyway, i'm so excited for next saturday.. nag-iinvite si mam lao sa prang beach resort sa place nila.. share lang.. we always have an outing in cavite..and dahil nandun, prang nagiging host si mam lao..anyway..we went there na twice..the first batch, those who came were the varsity members of maksci..it was so astig tlga..ung next batch nman..(the next year..) more of juniors and sophies ung nagpunta..pro shempre ksma paden si mike, lester and jose..and still, it was real fun.. =) and un nga.. there's a volleyball net pa sa beach na un..and sabi ni mam lao, kung gusto daw nmen..next saturday..if m not wrong, may21 un..=) aion, sana mrmi paring sumama.. exciting! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;exactly two weeks ago..our church held ung vacation bible school 2005..astig lang coz i'm the music coordinator..and i said nga in my profile na i love kids diba?? and un..i'm kind of teaching music to 5-17 year olds..haha. i know some of them are my age..or older..pero i had most fun rin with ung mga youngest..and haha..ung mga youth..there was even one girl that's part of the youth na from maksci..wla lang..astig =) next time, when i know na how, (hehe..)i'll post pics from that vacation.. anyway...basta, it was so fun.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-111604162519690517?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111604162519690517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=111604162519690517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111604162519690517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111604162519690517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-so-day.html' title='so-so day =)'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817176.post-111595348904427355</id><published>2005-05-13T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:04:49.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happening?? uhm..none! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;gudmrng..=)it's weird na i post messages in my blog ng morning..wala lang.feeling ko weird yun. i'm tired na kasi at night e..hehe..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;grbe, prang days tlga are so long..as in. wla kasi akong gngwa prati. i wanna get out tlga of this house..kahit mall lang and window shopping..i have no money to shop rin kasi e..hehe. and you know why i like it kpag my pasok?? kasi may baon! ..diba? ugh..i have no money tlga this summer..kawawa nman ako..i stopped na kasi working for my mom coz she's not waking me up..i'm always late tuloy so there's no point pa kung  pumasok ako..wala lang. hope tlga may activity ako this summer..actually mejo balak kong mag-gymnastics this summer..mejo weird..pero i want to learn balance..and lahat ng pabali-baligtad!!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;share ko lang..i'm supposed to be in bicol this week. we have this mission kasi in our church in cabacongan bicol..astig nga e..and task ko pa nman dun magturo ng speech and grammar! hahaha..pro ung travel is 14hours..and  my god nman..walang signal dun! ..hehe..aion.i really think it's fun pero we don't have money rin kasi..you'll be needing kasi aroung 2500 for the whole trip..and we'll be sleeping sa mga bahay-bahay ng kung sino kasi they don't have nman na mga rest house or something.. as in sobrang rural..sobrang onting families lang tlga..they are selling nga an island for 10k..my mom wants to buy one nga..pero prang no use kasi sobrang layo din..pro grbe din ha..ang ganda ng beach nila dun..saw it na in a picture..they said pa nga na our church could build a prang resthouse dun (ung malaki na tlga ha) for 5k lang..grbe tlga..i don't think na their prices are so low kasi they don't  know it's value sa urban na world but because they don't need too much nman tlga..aion..astig lang. ..syang nman..wala ako sa mga picture nila dun..hahahaha! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;honestly, i'm not looking forward sa mga mangyayari sken today..i know n nman what's gonna happen e..the same thing.. sana makapagpaalam ako today..maghahanap na lang ako ng ksma..kahit sino from school..bsta makalabas..if ever..bsta sana payagan ako..wla lang..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-111595348904427355?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111595348904427355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=111595348904427355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111595348904427355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111595348904427355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/05/whats-happening-uhmnone.html' title='what&apos;s happening?? uhm..none! =)'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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-12817176.post-111586492216898218</id><published>2005-05-12T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:28:42.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;constantly, you're on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;think about you all of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i can't sleep, no matter what i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i just keep on thinking 'bout you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..that's what i feel today =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(wala lang akong masabi...hello?ang aga pa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;since my blog is new pa lang..here are hundred questions: answered =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;01.Your name? dynna elissa balatazar soriano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;02. Hobbies? using the fone, watching tv (wowowee!) ..i'm a having a boring summer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;03. Gender? female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;04. Primary school? kiddie centrum..maker of scholars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;05. Height? dunno.not that m ashamed.m just not sure..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;06. Horoscope? imma sag (secret: i'm not sure of the spelling kya i made it short..hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;07. Secondary school? MakSci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;08. Address? P'que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;09. Email add? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dynna06@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dynna06@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;10. Hair? layered by david's salon..la lang..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;11. Eye colour? black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;12. Hair colour? black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;13. Right or left handed? right handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;14. Marital status? single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;15. Siblings? 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;16. Last 4 digits of your mobile no? 7910&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;17. When's your Birthday? dec 20 and may 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;18. Do you have a Car? will a family car pass? (sige lang dynna..lusot pa..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;=====================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Have you...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;21. Tried smoking? eeww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;22. Drink alcohol? wine..and some pa kpag outing in cavite=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;23. Been hurt emotionally? yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;24. Kept a secret from anyone? yup yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;25. Been on stage? yup..saya..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;=====================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Favourites*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;26. Color? blue, white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;27. Food? pizza, bacon...and many pa.hehe =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;29. Number? 11 and 6 (duh?favorit nga diba&gt;&gt;puro an dami nung saken..hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;30. Cartoons? none? don't watch na maxado.. meteor garden??hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;32. Song? anything that yummi does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;33. Movie? undecided.none in particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;34. Subject? social?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;=====================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Right now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;36. Wearing? purple striped shorts and intrams shirt nung grade 5..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;37. Hairstyle? held back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;38. Looking at? the monitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;39. Thinking of? what m gunna do for the rest of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;40. Listening to? the sound of the fan..hehe.and some kids playing around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;=====================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Do you believe in...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;41. Love? of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;42. Faith? yup yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;43. Yourself? yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;44. Ghosts? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;45. Angels? yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;=====================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*In the last 24hrs...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;46. Worn jeans? nope.but i wore a skirt..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;47. Cleaned your room? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;48. Cried? nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;49. Met someone new? ung taxi driver kgbi?hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;50. Last person I talk to on the phone? lyka..she woke me up this morning!..hehe =====================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Love life*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;51. Do you have a GF/BF? none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;52. Have a secret admirer? sana..hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;53. Do you wanna get married? yes of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;54. Do you plan on having kids? a boy and a girl pede na.pro im kinda scared kya pde ring wag..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;55. How old you wanna be when you getmarried? i wanna be a young mom..mga 26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;56. How old you wanna be when you haveyour child? a year after i get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;57. How many kids do you want? 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;58. Would you have kids before marriage? no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;59. Do you have a Crush? anyone who can sing and dance well..na cute =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;60. What do you want most in a Relationship? the love??hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;61. Pink or Black? pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;62. Kiss or hug? kiss sabay hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;63. Summer or winter? winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;64. Sunny or rainy? rainy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;65. Chocolate or vanilla? vanilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;66. Hanging out or chillin`? hanging out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;67. Music or TV? either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;68. Hamburger or Pizza? pizza if it's from yellow cab =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;69. Smile or Laughing? laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;70. Sleeping or eating? eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;71. Mc Donald's or KFC? ugh..hard to decide..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;72. Silver or gold? silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;73. Sunset or sunrise? sunset!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;74. On phone or in person? in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;75. Diamonds or Pearls? pearls..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;76. Adidas or puma? adidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;77. Band members or models? band members!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;78. slank? ?? huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;79. sneakers or boots? sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;80. Jack daniels or Chivas Regal? wine ba to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;81. Citos? ??? huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;82. clubbing or love music? love music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;83. Johnny depp or Brad Pitt? Brad Pitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;84. angelina Jolie or Kate Hudson? Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;85. Kolosal/epic or romantic comedy? romantic comedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;86. sexy/naughty or kind/plain?sexy naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;83. BMW or Mercedes? BMW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;88. incubus or maroon 5? incubus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;89. Montreal or Toronto? Toronto (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;90. long haired or bald? long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;91. pop or rock? pop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;92. beach or mountain? beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;93. Pepsi or Coke? coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;94. DVD or cinema? watching friendss? DVD..most of the movies, it's nice to watch in a cinema =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;95. nokia or ericsson? nokia..it's the only fone i can use..so confusing ung iba e..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;96. 311 or hoobastank? not really a fan..heard lang of hoobastank..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;97. Asia or America? america.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;98. tattoo or piercing? piercing sa ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;99. american idol or canadian idol? american idol..been there..done that..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;100.asking or answering? answering..it's tiring to think pa of questions e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-111586492216898218?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111586492216898218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=111586492216898218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111586492216898218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111586492216898218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/05/constantly-youre-on-my-mind-think.html' title=''/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12817176.post-111582242210834269</id><published>2005-05-11T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:40:22.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh happy day.. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what a day to start my blog..oh happy day..=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha..my mom said answered prayer ako today. i assist her kasi with the summer classes and she pays me whenever wala tlga ung assistant niya..the pay isn't that all good..pero at least i have money to spend this summer..=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the day ended so good rin..prang ended with a kiss..ugh.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;okie,okie..til here muna.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;525,600 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;525,000 moments to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;525,600 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how do you measure, measure a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12817176-111582242210834269?l=thevocalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/feeds/111582242210834269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12817176&amp;postID=111582242210834269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111582242210834269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12817176/posts/default/111582242210834269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevocalist.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-happy-day.html' title='oh happy day.. =)'/><author><name>dynna11</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14855900736305276511</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>
