<?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-672902712784266077</id><updated>2012-01-22T19:11:39.661+08:00</updated><category term='Kpop'/><category term='Barkada'/><category term='Busy'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='School Thing'/><category term='Baby :*'/><category term='westlife addict'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>R with a BANG.</title><subtitle type='html'>Keeping it real</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-5427025578029239581</id><published>2012-01-15T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:09:24.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><title type='text'>Starting to be K-Drama-holic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtvq-a6skiA/TxLOT80VDuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OgAxoe_Kexs/s1600/City-Hunter2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtvq-a6skiA/TxLOT80VDuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OgAxoe_Kexs/s400/City-Hunter2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And it all started when I saw Lee Minho's City Hunter. *Love at first sight* &lt;i&gt; Sorry boyfie! I love you!&lt;/i&gt;. I never really liked the first episode cause I don't like things that are related to military. I was about to give up watching when I saw Lee Minho---PooChai on the following episodes. And he was like the hottest man I ever saw.......... Everything about Lee Minho is just so.. yeah. &lt;b&gt;Perfect&lt;/b&gt;. So here's the plot of the story. (Thanks asianmediawiki.com!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lee Yoon-Sung (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Lee_Min-Ho" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Lee Min-Ho"&gt;Lee Min-Ho&lt;/a&gt;) works at the Blue House for the National Communication Network Team. He graduated from M.I.T. in the U.S. and possesses elite skills as an I.T. engineer. At the Blue House, Yoon-Sung meets Kim Na-Na (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Park_Min-Young" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Park Min-Young"&gt;Park Min-Young&lt;/a&gt;), who works as a bodyguard there. The two people fall for each other even though Yoon-Sung was warned not to fall in love. An elaborate plan for revenge is his ultimate mission ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lee Jin-Pyo (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Kim_Sang-Jung" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Kim Sang-Jung"&gt;Kim Sang-Jung&lt;/a&gt;) and Park Moo-Yul (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Park_Sang-Min" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Park Sang-Min"&gt;Park Sang-Min&lt;/a&gt;) worked as bodyguards at the South Korean President's home the Blue House. While the president and other high ranking public officials were visiting Myanmar an explosion occurs there set off by North Korean agents. The explosion did not harm the South Korean President, but other South Korean officials were killed. To retaliate for the killing, five high ranking South Korean officials plan a covert operation to go into North Korea and kill North Korean agents. Without the president's knowledge, bodyguards Lee Jin-Pyo and Park Moo-Yul gather men who will take part in the dangerous mission. The men will be dropped near the North Korean coastline and then enter North Korea to carryout their assassinations. For their return, Choi Eung-Chan (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Cheon_Ho-Jin" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Cheon Ho-Jin"&gt;Cheon Ho-Jin&lt;/a&gt;) promises to have a submarine waiting for them to carry them back to South Korea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Meanwhile, the five high ranking South Korean public officers, who initiated the covert operation, changes their minds while the operation is taking place. The officials decide to give up on the 21 special force members taking part in the covert operation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The special forces members complete their tasks and swim into the ocean looking for the submarine to take them back to South Korea. They spot the submarine waiting for them and attempt to board the submarine. A sniper on the submarine kills all of the special forces members except Lee Jin-Pyo - who survives and swims back to South Korea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lee Jin-Pyo, carrying out a promise to his fallen comrade and good friend Park Moo-Yul, goes to Park Moo-Yul's home and snatches away Moo-Yul's baby, while Moo-Yul's wife hangs clothes outside. Lee Jin-Pyo then moves to Thailand with the baby. Lee Jin-Pyo sets up a camp in the jungles of Thailand, while growing and trafficking illegal narcotics. Jin-Pyo also raises the baby Lee Yun-Seong and eventually trains him into an elite soldier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lee Yun-Seong, now a young adult, enters a village in Thailand and spots a Korean man, Bae Sik-Joong (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Kim_Sang-Ho" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Kim Sang-Ho"&gt;Kim Sang-Ho&lt;/a&gt;), being shaken down by Thai gang members. On a whim, Lee Yun-Seong comes to his aide and helps Bae Sik-Joong escape. Lee Yun-Seong takes the Korean man back their camp. It turns out Bae Sik-Joong is quite a cook and he prepares dishes for Lee Yun-Seung and Lee Jin-Pyo. Lee Yun-Seong also spots a photo of a young woman named Kim Na-Na that Bae Sik-Joong carries with him. Lee Yun-Seong takes the photo and places it next to his bed. He becomes emotionally attached to the woman in the photo even though he has never met her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A few days later, Lee Jin-Pyo loses a foot while saving Lee Yun-Seung from a landmine. While Lee Jin-Pyo is recovering, he finally tells Lee Yun-Seung about his birth father and how he was killed by his own government. Lee Jin-Pyo then vows to exact revenge upon the five government officials responsible for his father's death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Seven years later, Lee Yun-Seo finally arrives in South Korea. Prior to arriving in South Korea, Lee Yun-Seo studied at M.I.T. in the United States. He was also warned by Lee Jin-Pyo, prior to entering South Korea, to avoid falling in love because blood will be shed all around him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- How can you not love the series with Lee Minho in it. And yes, including Prosecutor and Ahjusshi! Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqvEk3-UdkE/TxLOvIXawtI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/av6KjbWWH6g/s1600/Heartstrings_MBC_Korean_Drama_2010_5853_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqvEk3-UdkE/TxLOvIXawtI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/av6KjbWWH6g/s400/Heartstrings_MBC_Korean_Drama_2010_5853_poster.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My friends recommend this drama because they said gwapo daw yung drummer. Then I saw the commercial sa TV and I saw this group, they're not that attractive compared to my Lee Minho. Mean! But then, I tried watching it. I tell you, I already loved the story! I love The Stupid and The Windflower but that doesn't mean that I already forgotten Lee Minho. No way highway. Sounds defensive eh? So again, here's the plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Set at an art university, the youth romance drama "Festival" depicts the sweat and tears of students who run towards their dreams of love and friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kyu-Won (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Park_Shin-Hye" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Park Shin-Hye"&gt;Park Shin-Hye&lt;/a&gt;) is a bright girl and a highly skilled gayageum player. She is in the Korean traditional music department. Kyu-Won also comes from a family who has one of the three best pansori singers in the world. Shin (&lt;a href="http://asianmediawiki.com/Jung_Yong-Hwa" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Jung Yong-Hwa"&gt;Jung Yong-Hwa&lt;/a&gt;) is a cold and refined young man, while being a highly skilled guitarist. He is in the applied music department. They come from different family backgrounds and have an argument, but then start to like other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;-And Im not yet done with it. Stucked in Ep,8. Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-5427025578029239581?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/5427025578029239581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=5427025578029239581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5427025578029239581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5427025578029239581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2012/01/starting-to-be-k-drama-holic.html' title='Starting to be K-Drama-holic'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtvq-a6skiA/TxLOT80VDuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/OgAxoe_Kexs/s72-c/City-Hunter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-5901648213136588806</id><published>2011-12-26T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T09:59:56.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever... Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jDqoMnoktA/TvfVAB9wmhI/AAAAAAAAA7A/BUnl88WUWYA/s1600/377012_320603727958518_100000266799788_1257939_2130715104_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jDqoMnoktA/TvfVAB9wmhI/AAAAAAAAA7A/BUnl88WUWYA/s400/377012_320603727958518_100000266799788_1257939_2130715104_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When we get married, I hope we still act like the fun couple who will always laugh in the end of the day.Don’t worry, I promise to cook for you,sleep beside you,shower together, cuddle in the sofa and ask how’s your day when you came home from work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Just promise me that you will still keep doing the things that made me fall in love with you everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;That’s all i want. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-5901648213136588806?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/5901648213136588806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=5901648213136588806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5901648213136588806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5901648213136588806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/12/forever-always.html' title='Forever... Always'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9jDqoMnoktA/TvfVAB9wmhI/AAAAAAAAA7A/BUnl88WUWYA/s72-c/377012_320603727958518_100000266799788_1257939_2130715104_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-1457019488295592585</id><published>2011-12-08T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:10:26.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Busy'/><title type='text'>Too busy to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hallo blogmates! It's been a month since the last time I blogged. I am so busy these past few weeks due to these crappy paperworks. First Semester is heeere, I mean Prelims is here! Must studddy haaaard for the coming exams. I don't want to be friends with C-R-A-M-M-I-N-G/// Anyways, have fun earthlings! Kisses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-1457019488295592585?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/1457019488295592585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=1457019488295592585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/1457019488295592585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/1457019488295592585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-busy-to-blog.html' title='Too busy to blog'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8430241506492741372</id><published>2011-12-08T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:20:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it back</title><content type='html'>Hi earthlings! Hmmm. Im taking it back. I'll use this blog AGAIN. :)) Lovelots! XOXO! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8430241506492741372?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8430241506492741372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8430241506492741372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8430241506492741372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8430241506492741372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/12/taking-it-back.html' title='Taking it back'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-4421194605036587184</id><published>2011-09-24T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:22:56.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THIS BLOG IS DEACTIVATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PLEASE RELINK! &lt;a href="http://r-with-a-bang.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://r-with-a-bang.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-4421194605036587184?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4421194605036587184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=4421194605036587184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4421194605036587184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4421194605036587184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-blog-is-deactivated.html' title=''/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-6177899851279018129</id><published>2011-09-19T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T19:48:54.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(-.-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Yes I love him. I love him more than anything else in this world and there is nothing that I would like better than to hold on to him forever. But I know it’s not for the best. So no matter how much my heart is going to break, I’ve got to let him go so he can know just how much I love him. Maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll come back, but if not, I can make it through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-6177899851279018129?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6177899851279018129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=6177899851279018129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6177899851279018129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6177899851279018129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='(-.-)'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-4833160689429498528</id><published>2011-09-03T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T13:32:39.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I take it all back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I’m happy you’re happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can’t be upset, because I love you that much, still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I should know by now that getting angry doesn’t make help me move on. Maybe it’s accepting that things will always be different and that things are better this way. If nothing else, I find comfort in calling you my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“I miss you more than I can bear, but we had our time together. I have to let you go.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I can’t take much more of this. I love you more than anything. It really kills me watching us fade away. Knowing that there's no more random "I love you's" to say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I woke up early in the morning and the first thing that i do when I opened my eyes was to put on our ring. Yes, I'm so pathetic for doing that. And I now realized that this isn't a dream and I know I have to wake up from this misery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Regardless of how upset I am with you right now, part of me still wants you back in my life. I want to be able to talk to you. Because I mean before we got together we were friends right? I hate that I lost a boyfriend and a friend at the same time. You made me happy, not just because you were mine, but because I loved you. Honestly, I miss being able to just randomly text you. I hope this phase doesn’t last too long, I miss you. Even if we can’t be together anymore I still want you to be a person in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;We just need to accept the fact that people change, feelings change. EVERYTHING CHANGES. This sucks. This legit sucks. Last time it was too perfect, and what now?&amp;nbsp; If you guys read this, please don't judge. I don't need any opinions. Haters, spare me. I just wished things never changed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" id="post_content_9631157978" style="font-family: inherit; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-collapse: collapse; border-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;tbody style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;tr style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;td style="border-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" style="border-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;~Nicholas Sparks,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" style="border-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" style="border-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" style="border-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm thinking of ways to be okay. I know I can make it. Just not now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 28px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Ugh, would the nostalgia please go away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;It's really weird. It's so weird not being with him, it's impossible for me not to care. I remember, he told me "Babe, let's work this one" I was like, "Sure babe". I believed... that he will not let me go.. That he will never get tired of me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I hate this feeling. I hate not knowing whats going to happen and most of all I hate how things are different. Maybe you don’t want me anymore, but I’m trying not to show the pain I still have so hopefully it works. My feelings have not changed, and are not going to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt; Unless I finally moved-on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;So if you found someone better that me, I'd be so happy for you. Being bitter is the last thing I'd do. I just hope you are well. Though there are times when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I miss walking together side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;miss hugging you. Just hoping that she could love you more than I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&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/672902712784266077-4833160689429498528?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4833160689429498528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=4833160689429498528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4833160689429498528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4833160689429498528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/09/end-of-road.html' title='End of The Road'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-3064868428154558686</id><published>2011-08-19T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T08:34:24.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Month of us being a couple :*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Relationships that happen fast, ends fast"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;I don't agree with this one. Really. Don't ask why, look where we are now. I mean, it may not be as long as other's relationship but I can proudly say that even though we argue almost everyday, we never make it to the point of breaking up. We understand each other well and maybe that's the reason why we have reached our 6th Month together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PfCK6Dt6wM/Tk5WReZ5aWI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/DgWiIjAFwmI/s1600/aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2PfCK6Dt6wM/Tk5WReZ5aWI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/DgWiIjAFwmI/s320/aaa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Together, we celebrated our 6th Monthsary in Ilocos. What a change in environment. So different. So what are we doing in Ilocos? We had a tour last August 10 til August 14, so lucky us, we are able to celebrate our 6th in Ilocos. Sa lahat ng naging monthsaries ko, this one would be the most memorable, the most special, and the most romantic monthsary ever (I just smiled). We took so many epic photos together. (I'll be posting some later)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;He’s weird. I’m weird. I love him. &amp;amp; He loves me. As simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XTXhiasHKw/Tk5WmGcXKMI/AAAAAAAAA4c/J8NfFxZ-oYQ/s1600/bbb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1XTXhiasHKw/Tk5WmGcXKMI/AAAAAAAAA4c/J8NfFxZ-oYQ/s320/bbb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;They say that Monthsaries are made because yung ibang relationships hindi daw umaabot ng Anniversary. I was like.. Okay. Let's just see what may happen with us. Through g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;ood times and bad, we will keep on going. I think about him constantly. I dunno what to say to him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Salamat sa walang sawang pag-intindi. Sana di ka magsawa and sana magtagal pa tayo. &amp;nbsp;Palagi kang mag-iingat ha? Wag mo sanang pababayaan ang sarili mo pag wala na ako.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;You are everything to me. I love you so much – beyond the very definition of the word. I truly could not ask for more. I close my eyes &amp;amp; I can see a better day with you. And we walk together, holding our hands. Like, no one else around and confront our future. Lahat ng nakalagay dito totoo. There's no word to describe how much I love you, how much important you are to me. Nor the feeling of happiness I feel when we are together. All I know is you give meaning to my life, you make me feel so special. I just love you. You never stopped being good to me and that makes me love you even more :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_mArMuoAmY/Tk5W4Ix66GI/AAAAAAAAA4g/-NA9J74nmIQ/s1600/ccc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_mArMuoAmY/Tk5W4Ix66GI/AAAAAAAAA4g/-NA9J74nmIQ/s320/ccc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Happy 6th Monthsary Babe! I never thought anyone could teach me patience, but you have. We know that this hasn’t been easy, I know there will be more hard times, but I am willing to fight like hell through all of it because I love you enough to try. I wouldn’t change a bit of the time we have had together so far. I only wish that we could have known each other sooner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-irBtEcRY_kM/Tk5U6T1VGrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kRFUxc5LCWM/s1600/mmmm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-irBtEcRY_kM/Tk5U6T1VGrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kRFUxc5LCWM/s1600/mmmm.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I love you so much. People say that at my age, I don’t really know what love is. Well, then maybe there’s another explanation for the way I feel about you. How every second I am away from you seems like an eternity. How every time I try to think of something else, I can only think of one thing, and that’s you. How every time I see you, I smile more and more, and how I’m so happy I could cry. How every time I talk of you to others I feel like a giddy little kid with a secret to tell. How every time I speak, I want to tell someone how wonderful you are. How the times I’m most happy are when I am with you and I miss you the most right after I leave your side. Maybe there is another explanation for this uncontrollable feeling inside of me, but right now, I’ll hold the thought that I love you inside my heart forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2pPlV2SmDk/Tk5hTm3JCDI/AAAAAAAAA4o/tTnUtJLCu4g/s1600/aaaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It’s hard to write about someone so amazing, he has so many good qualities about himself and he has done so many great things for me. I never know what to say about him, how to put it all into sentences. If I was to write every memory with him then I could be here forever but he made my college life worth it. He stuck through me with everything and when there wasn’t a single soul that cared about me or loved me, he did.&amp;nbsp; He loves everything that I hate about myself. He makes me extremely jealous and mad at times. He makes me want to hit him in the head with a shovel but I could never ever hate this boy. I have said I do more then a 100 times but I never mean it. I’d do anything for him including taking my life because I've never cared for someone this much. He laughs at every little thing and he has the cutest smile so I don’t mind a bit. We talk everyday. I can be completely honest with him, I tell him what I want and he tells me what he wants. He holds me in the most magical way and kisses me so beautifully. He is everything I want. I’m a very lucky girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just promise to be a good girlfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I’m loyal and I only have eyes for you. Of course there will be eye candies, but at the end of the day, it’s always you. I always text you good morning and good night greetings because I want to end the day right with you. There will be countless I love you’s because I want you to know that I am loving you more and more every single day, to show how much happy I am to be with you. And I will never ever get tired of loving you. I am holding your hand tightly and never ever will I let you go. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" id="post_content_7924516199" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(231, 234, 236); margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 15px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 15px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I couldn`t seem to find the perfect words to describe how happy I am with you in my life. Before, I was a complete mess. Then you came and changed everything. You made me learn how to forgive people and most importantly, you let me know how it feels to be loved and fall in love again. You always bring smile on my face every single day of my life. Even if we`re not together, I promise to be strong and I promise to give my best to make this relationship work because when you told me you love me and when you promised that you will never leave me, I know you really mean it. And in the end, we both know that it will be all worth it. I know, you`re worth it. You`re worth the wait. Thank you for coming into my life. Right now, all I know is that you mean the world to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&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/672902712784266077-6454539126694439513?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6454539126694439513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=6454539126694439513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6454539126694439513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6454539126694439513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby.html' title='You make me feel like i&apos;m the most important person in your life...'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-2438235759637399109</id><published>2011-07-17T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:47:35.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth Month of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYnu-1rAQog/TiJyy8c8O4I/AAAAAAAAA38/Hz89v__t1Hw/s1600/Photo-0111-tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYnu-1rAQog/TiJyy8c8O4I/AAAAAAAAA38/Hz89v__t1Hw/s400/Photo-0111-tile.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Almost 5 months into our relationship and I still feel more and more in love with you everyday. You still haven’t changed. You never take me for granted, you still call me beautiful, and you never forget to show me how much you love me. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky. I know that we went through so much just to stay together, but it’s all been worth it. If I was given a chance to go back and do it all again, I honestly would. You’ve been worth every second of it. I want you to know that I will keep loving you for as long as I can.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;No matter what,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;as we always say. Thank you for teaching me how to love, something I was never able to do before. You will always be my first love. No one could ever take your place. I love you, Ralph John Agalud-ud &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-width: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-width: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And after all these months of being together, we still never forget to show each other that we’re in love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I’m so in love with you babe, and I won’t let anyone try to break us apart. They can try to knock me out, but I’ll get back up. And if anyone tries to question my love for you, I’ll prove them all wrong. Simple as that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I promise to pay attention to every single detail about you and most of all i promise that i’ll love you more and more each and everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;So why do I love him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-width: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I love him because he makes me laugh, so hard till my sides ache and I can’t talk. I love him because he is willing to protect me with all he has, and will never ever let anyone hurt me. I love him because he makes me feel safe and secure. I love him for wanting to give me the best. I love him for the hugs he gives me when I’m scared, and for the kisses he plants on my forehead/cheek/lips every time we meet. I love him for putting up with all my nonsense. I love him for letting me win arguments even when the both of us know that I’m in the wrong. I love him for walking this journey with me, ever so patiently. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-width: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-width: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I never would of thought I’d end up with someone like you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I never would of thought you’d ever talk to me. I never would of thought someone like you would be interested in someone like me. I never would of thought that someone like you would get me to fall for a stranger so fast. Or that someone like you would take the time to get to know everything about me. That someone like you would make time to talk to me and ask me about my day, no matter what time it is or what’s going on in life. That someone like you would go so far just to show how much you care. That someone like you would ever love me the way you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/672902712784266077-2438235759637399109?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2438235759637399109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=2438235759637399109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/2438235759637399109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/2438235759637399109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/07/fifth-month-of-love.html' title='Fifth Month of love'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYnu-1rAQog/TiJyy8c8O4I/AAAAAAAAA38/Hz89v__t1Hw/s72-c/Photo-0111-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-972447525891159275</id><published>2011-07-10T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:48:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7HKLMfuy-3A/ThkGymtazMI/AAAAAAAAA34/bFhaAZrAs5U/s1600/tumblr_lhxge92R8O1qamb1qo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7HKLMfuy-3A/ThkGymtazMI/AAAAAAAAA34/bFhaAZrAs5U/s320/tumblr_lhxge92R8O1qamb1qo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;HERE's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's to all the girls who used to be his number one. The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check the caller ID the next morning &amp;amp; be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, &amp;amp; moved on with your life , only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going. The ones who listened to him say, "I only want to be your friend" one day, and the next, listened to him say how much he loves &amp;amp; misses you. We deserve something, and this is our tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change . We listened to our friends tell us that we we 're stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, caught crap from our parents, &amp;amp; even snuck around to see him for while . We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking we would be just friends, &amp;amp; ended up falling in love with him again. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days. Here's for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn't possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early. We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us . We learned to settle for someone who didn't treat us the way we should be treated.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for the ones who did their hair and makeup &amp;amp; put on their prettiest earrings, only to hear him say that he couldn't see us today. The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn't believe that he could do this to us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, &amp;amp; took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn ' t bear to look back on their lives one day &amp;amp; wonder "what if".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, &amp;amp; cried during the entire conversation. The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us. When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn't mean it. This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, &amp;amp; get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that " things were going too fast, he needs time ". Here's to the girls who couldn't cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt. The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again. &amp;lt; / P&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who couldn't bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an " I told you so ". The ones that could just tell that they had made a mistake by ever allowing him into their hearts &amp;amp; their dreams again. We knew that we deserved better the entire time that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us whenever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for the ones that finally realized that he never gave a crap about them. Here's for the time that he broke your heart again. This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, &amp;amp; the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment. Here are for us girls who finally realized that we deserve better .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those confusing days, when you miss him &amp;amp; want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist. Stay strong and remember that relationships are like broken glass; sometimes it's better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together &amp;amp; get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times you cried &amp;amp; how long it took you to even be able to look at another guy like that. When 'your song' comes on the radio, turn the station. When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made &amp;amp; tries calling, turn your phone off. When he tries coming to your house, don't answer the door. Think of the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation &amp;amp; the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the hell he was. Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night &amp;amp; how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll find a guy, who's worth all the tears, but he won't make you cry . You may think that you'll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will. It's going to hurt like hell, &amp;amp; it's going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is for those girls who fell back in love with their ex, only to get hurt all over again. &lt;a href="http://love-collects.blogspot.com/2009/12/girls-confession.html"&gt;(source)&lt;/a&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/672902712784266077-972447525891159275?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/972447525891159275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=972447525891159275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/972447525891159275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/972447525891159275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/07/girls-confession.html' title='Girl&apos;s Confession'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7HKLMfuy-3A/ThkGymtazMI/AAAAAAAAA34/bFhaAZrAs5U/s72-c/tumblr_lhxge92R8O1qamb1qo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-6706782210649872301</id><published>2011-07-09T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:48:13.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Girl's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ATn8FEFp5g/ThhhEoWKa7I/AAAAAAAAA30/KeP6uij6G4o/s1600/tumblr_lnx804ZC4d1qamcslo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ATn8FEFp5g/ThhhEoWKa7I/AAAAAAAAA30/KeP6uij6G4o/s320/tumblr_lnx804ZC4d1qamcslo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every Girl`s Dream:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Get kissed in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have that one hot kiss where your pressed against the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have a guy who thinks she`s the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have a guy who holds on as long as possible when giving hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who whispers he loves her in her ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have that moment where you just gaze into each others eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you cry, he kisses your tears away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you`re not with your guy he`s all that you can think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wearing his jacket and every time you breath in, his scent surrounds you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who will watch any movie with her, no matter how teary eyed she may get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who squeezes her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who says he loves her and means it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who will play her favorite song outside her window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who is loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who will sing to her no matter how bad he is at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who will kiss her on the forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who will call her beautiful or adorable. Not hot, fine, or sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who will never judge her for how she looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who says cheezy stuff to her just to make her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who`s the same when he is with her and when with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who tells her everything honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who`s good with her family and introduces her to his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who will always let her win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who stands up for her no matter who it is against.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who calls her at night just to say ‘hi’ and see how her day has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who tells her that her smile makes his day and makes everything better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who will sit on the phone with her when she`s sad, even if she`s quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who she can hangout and have fun with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who will just randomly call her for no reason at all, just because he misses her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who will hold her hand through the roughest parts of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who would love her forever no matter the circumstance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who wouldn't mind her wanting to get all dressed up and do herr make up for him. Even if he says he likes her better without make up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A guy who runs his fingers through her hair, like he’s washing her worries and troubles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A guy whom she can be herself with and he will never give a care and would still tell her that she`s amazing to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-6706782210649872301?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6706782210649872301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=6706782210649872301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6706782210649872301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6706782210649872301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/07/every-girls-dream.html' title='Every Girl&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ATn8FEFp5g/ThhhEoWKa7I/AAAAAAAAA30/KeP6uij6G4o/s72-c/tumblr_lnx804ZC4d1qamcslo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-7615236663737869363</id><published>2011-06-29T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:48:29.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Knq1sa3FxsI/Tgswnt6L5SI/AAAAAAAAA3w/rNin51dZvE8/s1600/tumblr_lmx3ohyfzC1qbpzi9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Knq1sa3FxsI/Tgswnt6L5SI/AAAAAAAAA3w/rNin51dZvE8/s320/tumblr_lmx3ohyfzC1qbpzi9o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fellas, take it from me&lt;/b&gt;. Girls don’t want a guy that dates twenty girls. They want a guy that focuses on one girl, even when twenty others are chasing after them. They don’t really care about what engine your car has, or if your wardrobe only consists of The Hundreds t-shirts. Listen, they want a guy that knows how to treat them right, and never take them for granted. A guy that’s not afraid to catch her when she falls, or hold her hand when he’s with his friends. A guy that doesn’t only pause a game of COD but asks her to join him. They want a simple gentleman to ask how his girl’s doing, and actually listen to what she says. Girls want a guy they can trust, to the point where he’ll have no problem giving her his phone for a day because he’s got nothing to hide. Someone to fight for her when times get rough, and to fight with her when she’s not being rational. Girls just want someone that cares; someone that’s going to be there for them through the ups and downs in life.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;They just want a decent guy to call their own.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;So the question is,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;are you that guy&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-7615236663737869363?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/7615236663737869363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=7615236663737869363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7615236663737869363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7615236663737869363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/06/this.html' title='THIS.'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Knq1sa3FxsI/Tgswnt6L5SI/AAAAAAAAA3w/rNin51dZvE8/s72-c/tumblr_lmx3ohyfzC1qbpzi9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-6105228401061706926</id><published>2011-06-24T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:48:50.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What real love is like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj05cfXSw60/TgSKql6AnXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/YSNaS-_IROg/s1600/tumblr_lm5hpdNldv1qbpzi9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj05cfXSw60/TgSKql6AnXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/YSNaS-_IROg/s320/tumblr_lm5hpdNldv1qbpzi9o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to experience what real love is like.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Not those short-term relationships that only last until the lust runs out. I want someone I can connect with on a different level; where our fingers are like Tetris pieces and our conversations are long and complex. I want my real love to be like a Mozart symphony: beautifully crafted and never lost in history. Where an awkward conversation ceases to exist, and our personalities intertwine like vines in a sacred garden. I want a real love where trust is a given, never fading or dwindling. Where her beauty not only entices me, but gives me a sense of relief that our children will be just as lovely. I don’t want to celebrate weekaversaries or monthaversaries. I want to celebrate years and decades of unmatched love. I want a real love with someone&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt;, with whom I can share my life until my last parting breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-6105228401061706926?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6105228401061706926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=6105228401061706926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6105228401061706926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6105228401061706926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-real-love-is-like.html' title='What real love is like?'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj05cfXSw60/TgSKql6AnXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/YSNaS-_IROg/s72-c/tumblr_lm5hpdNldv1qbpzi9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8561123054791903606</id><published>2011-06-21T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:26:11.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAPA JACK SAID #367</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" id="post_content_6752791559" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;PAPA JACK SAID #367: Ang girl masyadong attached para magpaalam ng walang ibang papalit, mas attached kasi ang girls sa boys. Ang lalaki kapag nagpaalam, minsan echos lang yan, dala lang ng galit, pero ang girl ang nagpaalam, kabahan ka na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8561123054791903606?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8561123054791903606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8561123054791903606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8561123054791903606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8561123054791903606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/06/papa-jack-said-367.html' title='PAPA JACK SAID #367'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-7613959013517039018</id><published>2011-06-20T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:11:45.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Marley on how to love a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNNnBsy0lBI/Tf8qk4qxVDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ZWPUfbc9Fcw/s1600/tumblr_lksx8nzWto1qgs30so1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNNnBsy0lBI/Tf8qk4qxVDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ZWPUfbc9Fcw/s320/tumblr_lksx8nzWto1qgs30so1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="last"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Bob Marley&lt;/i&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/672902712784266077-7613959013517039018?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/7613959013517039018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=7613959013517039018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7613959013517039018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7613959013517039018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/06/bob-marley-on-how-to-love-woman.html' title='Bob Marley on how to love a woman'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNNnBsy0lBI/Tf8qk4qxVDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ZWPUfbc9Fcw/s72-c/tumblr_lksx8nzWto1qgs30so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-3638837240423694738</id><published>2011-06-19T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:14:40.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day we will..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One day we will.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cuddle on the couch while we watch movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n__pdDJh_lg/Tf2RN6pSwSI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uVhh8-ltA_Q/s1600/tumblr_lmameocmsx1qaxme5.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n__pdDJh_lg/Tf2RN6pSwSI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uVhh8-ltA_Q/s320/tumblr_lmameocmsx1qaxme5.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Go to the park and eat Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QE-QGLmVA2Q/Tf2Rf2cyRcI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/DG6MtlMZvZ4/s1600/tumblr_lmamfunWod1qaxme5.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QE-QGLmVA2Q/Tf2Rf2cyRcI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/DG6MtlMZvZ4/s320/tumblr_lmamfunWod1qaxme5.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cook dinner together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LtsEgmrlscM/Tf2RyeqC-GI/AAAAAAAAA3U/3s2lCbUOPro/s1600/tumblr_lmamgnmPSB1qaxme5.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LtsEgmrlscM/Tf2RyeqC-GI/AAAAAAAAA3U/3s2lCbUOPro/s320/tumblr_lmamgnmPSB1qaxme5.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Go to the carnival and try to win a prize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb0mvXKhSYY/Tf2R_u2S6dI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Iv4tTc_-Yps/s1600/tumblr_lman3nmIFC1qaxme5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb0mvXKhSYY/Tf2R_u2S6dI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Iv4tTc_-Yps/s320/tumblr_lman3nmIFC1qaxme5.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Go to the beach and watch the sunset together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3GnT_PCrag/Tf2SRcg1ZkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ipHttjyRX9o/s1600/tumblr_lman5pwTMF1qaxme5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m3GnT_PCrag/Tf2SRcg1ZkI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ipHttjyRX9o/s320/tumblr_lman5pwTMF1qaxme5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Get matching pillow cases, so when we sleep, we can hear the beat of our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox5td0N7aKU/Tf2SjLcVs5I/AAAAAAAAA3g/rjru-POQP-c/s1600/tumblr_lman6idxVL1qaxme5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox5td0N7aKU/Tf2SjLcVs5I/AAAAAAAAA3g/rjru-POQP-c/s320/tumblr_lman6idxVL1qaxme5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Go to Disneyland and live happily ever after...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SyKvDfmW6g/Tf2Su9TVo0I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Wktd95ztGDo/s1600/tumblr_lman81kLM91qaxme5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SyKvDfmW6g/Tf2Su9TVo0I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Wktd95ztGDo/s320/tumblr_lman81kLM91qaxme5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-3638837240423694738?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3638837240423694738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=3638837240423694738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/3638837240423694738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/3638837240423694738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-day-we-will.html' title='One day we will..'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n__pdDJh_lg/Tf2RN6pSwSI/AAAAAAAAA3M/uVhh8-ltA_Q/s72-c/tumblr_lmameocmsx1qaxme5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8143113512051834268</id><published>2011-06-19T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:01:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to the corner..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; 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font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt-SzcXb1pA/Tf2LvRrRS-I/AAAAAAAAA28/TzucDbIyB2k/s1600/tumblr_lmz70glIEa1qhzczfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGfOnF71Gs8/Tf2MQMUvxCI/AAAAAAAAA3A/vUqC_cm9Gbc/s1600/tumblr_lmz70glIEa1qhzczfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGfOnF71Gs8/Tf2MQMUvxCI/AAAAAAAAA3A/vUqC_cm9Gbc/s320/tumblr_lmz70glIEa1qhzczfo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-left: 4px solid rgb(228, 228, 228); font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-left: 30px; padding-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: x-small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*After being in a huge argument*&lt;br /&gt;Her&lt;/b&gt;: You love me, don’t you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her&lt;/b&gt;: If you love me, are you willing to let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;*silence*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her&lt;/b&gt;: Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Him&lt;/b&gt;: Are you willing to let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her&lt;/b&gt;: Never, babe. Not in a million, billion, trillion, non-stop years. I love you waaay too much. And I’m not stupid enough to let you go. Letting you go will be my greatest regret. It’ll feel as if I’m missing a huge piece in my heart.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Even if I say that you deserve someone better than me, I still honestly can say that I deserve you.&lt;/b&gt;You’ve changed my perspective about love, and how there’s always that one guy who isn’t the same as the rest, which is you, of course. I can never live without you. NEVER. I have too much memories with you. And I know for sure that I’ll die a little inside. Like what you have said, “We both aren’t perfect individuals, but we’re perfect for each other.” I apologize for making this situation go further than I thought it would be. And I just want you to know that I’ll always always always love you, no matter what we go through. Like what we always say to each other, “I’ll marry you someday.” I won’t give up on you, on us, and this relationship. We’ve got so far into it, and it’s a shame if it was to end now. I know that we both can make it even further into this relationship. We just have to work together as a team.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;I love you, babe. And don’t you ever forget that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQWcXRkc44g/Tf2PnbjK3ZI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7zXAVkpPwwg/s1600/tumblr_lln598uxzp1qamcslo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQWcXRkc44g/Tf2PnbjK3ZI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7zXAVkpPwwg/s320/tumblr_lln598uxzp1qamcslo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #343434;"&gt;The  best relationship is when you two can act like lovers and best friends.  It`s when you have more playful moments than serious ones. It is when  you can joke around, have unexpected hugs and random kisses. It is when  you two give each other that specific stare and just smile. It is when  you`ll rather chill inside to watch movies, eat junk foods and cuddle  than go out all the time. It is when you`ll stay up all night just to  settle your arguments and problems. It is when you can completely act  yourself and they still love you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8143113512051834268?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8143113512051834268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8143113512051834268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8143113512051834268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8143113512051834268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/06/going-back-to-corner.html' title='Going back to the corner..'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGfOnF71Gs8/Tf2MQMUvxCI/AAAAAAAAA3A/vUqC_cm9Gbc/s72-c/tumblr_lmz70glIEa1qhzczfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-352667766124421262</id><published>2011-06-14T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:49:03.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAPA JACK SAID....</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 28px;"&gt;PAPA JACK SAID #317: Ang nakakatakot ay kapag dumating ang araw na masalubong mo siya na may kaholding hands ng iba which is dapat ikaw yung nasa pwesto niya at maiisip mo na lang na "Kung hindi ko siya hiniwalayan ng dahil sa mababaw na reason na yun, kamay ko dapat ang hawak niya ngayon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-352667766124421262?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/352667766124421262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=352667766124421262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/352667766124421262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/352667766124421262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/06/papa-jack-said.html' title='PAPA JACK SAID....'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-1429316765055297088</id><published>2011-06-11T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T19:03:44.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no one to talk to :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Everyone's trying to cheer me up. My friends. My best friend. I have no one to talk to. I never talk to any of my friends about what I'm going through. All I have is my Blog and my Twitter account to express my feelings. All of my followers are asking why my tweets are all sad. It's been tough. Seriously. I can't sleep well at night. It's already 3am in the morning still I'm wide awake. My eyes never get tired of tears. You know what is the worst type of crying? It's when your lips start to shake and tears build up quickly and fall fast. You're bent over or crouched trying to suck it in and trying not to make any noise but it hurts too much to hold it in so you let out a yelp and cry. Then come the loss of breath which sucks because not only you're crying out loud but you think you sound dumb for not breathing. It's just a mess. I was crying for almost 3 hours. That was the longest time I cried. It hurts like hell. I feel like dying. So many things poppin' on my mind. &lt;b&gt;He's cheating on me. Who's now taking my place? &lt;/b&gt;Right now, while typing these words I can feel another teardrop on my cheek. I've been through a lot of heart breaks but this one is the worst. I'm just hiding each tears, scared because my Mom might see me crying. She never saw me cried. Not even once. I even quit using my Facebook account. As I've said. I only have my Twitter and my blog. It's not easy being in this situation. Some may think masyado akong mababaw. But really, If you were on my shoes... I dunno. Alam mo yung pakiramdam na andami mong gustong ilabas pero pinili mong itago na lang sa sarili mo? Ayoko lang isipin nila na nag-iinarte ako 'cause I'm not. I know now how to fake a smile. How to hide all of these. I remember last night Abegail texted me and asking what my problem is. I never told her. Until she tries to call me and I rejected her calls 6 times. Then 12mn my bestfriend five years ago texted me, same as what Abby asked. What is my problem. Again. I decided not to answer him. And now, I opened my Twitter account and surprised because even Jeniva, Cye, Beanne, Michael &amp;amp; Jesi mentioned me asking what my problem is.They might saw my tweets. I thought. And again and again. I never answered them. I just wanna quit. But the thought of quitting kills me. I'm too tired of listening to sappy love songs which only makes me cry. For the past 3 days, I lost my appetite. I'm acting like it wasn't a big deal but it's actually breaking my heart. Being awake in the wee hours of morning.. Eating spoonful of rice. Lying in my bed for hours. Crying in the middle of the night. Tell me. Is it normal for a girl like me to act like this? Thank God I have my blog. Somehow the pain lessen. Hindi na ako lumalabas ng bahay 'cause all I wanna do is stare at the ceiling. Guys, if you read this post just please bear with me. I'm not making a scene here. It's my blog. Di ko alam kung maaawa ba ako sa sarili ko. I'm putting my pride down. Lower than anything else. I'm not suicidal. Yes. I admit, there's this time that I wanted to get sick. Serious Illness. In the end, God has always been beside me. He never let me go through this alone. Pero kasi masakit talaga. Some may relate to this feeling. Others might say I'm just being childish. And now.. I'm preparing for another batch of tears later. Kung sana lang...... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Have you ever had late night phone calls/texts every night? Then all of a sudden, someone ends up changing, because either someone is too busy, gave up on each other, or maybe found someone else better? You then later lay there in bed thinking what you have done wrong for them to leave or how it would have been if nothing changed. Once you close your eyes, a bunch of memories and&amp;nbsp;scenarios start to hit you, but you try to find that one memory/scenario to sleep to. You found it, you think about it even more, and once you fall asleep, you&amp;nbsp;start to hear your phone ring. But that wasn’t you’re phone. That was you, wanting and needed him to call/text you again.That was you, needing their presence, their scent, their love next to you again.At this point,&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;all you can do now is face the fact that everything has changed, and nothing ever lasts for the amount of time as you want it to.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thinking that you would have done anything to get that person to even say “Hello.” to you is now impossible, because after everything that you guys have dealt with to get to this stage, you can’t take back. Even if you guys made up, or some how do say “Hello.” to one another, nothing will be like before. This cycle continues. People come into your life as strangers, then friends, then lovers, which leads to being enemies, and it starts over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Now all&amp;nbsp;you can do now is face the fact that everything has changed, and nothing ever lasts for the amount of time as you want it to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-1429316765055297088?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/1429316765055297088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=1429316765055297088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/1429316765055297088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/1429316765055297088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-no-one-to-talk-to.html' title='I have no one to talk to :&apos;('/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-7085322063512856490</id><published>2011-06-10T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:15:51.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I can never fully let go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Menodd8HplY/TfHRMe5B1PI/AAAAAAAAA24/u93stBwkjdM/s1600/tumblr_lmk3y1okMt1qdbl7ro1_500-tile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Menodd8HplY/TfHRMe5B1PI/AAAAAAAAA24/u93stBwkjdM/s320/tumblr_lmk3y1okMt1qdbl7ro1_500-tile.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think we should live life and pick this up later in life. I don't wanna keep hurting you. If you find someone, it's perfectly okay because I just want you to be happy. If not, when we come back, we will do this the right way.. when we are able to be closer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationships are like sharing a book. It doesn't work if you're on the same page.&lt;/b&gt; Life isn't like some Disney movie. There's no such thing as knight and shining armor. Us girls, we have many flaws as you guys do. Just because we don't text or call you first or say Goodmorning or Goodnight to you everyday doesn't mean we don't love you any less. Everybody deserves love. How it is obtained isn't important in the long run, but how you keep it. I think he does not belong with me. Parang kulang pa yata yung nabigay ko? &lt;b&gt;I made him my highest priority&lt;/b&gt;. I want to make him happy because I do love him. What's the reason for being so cold? Does he want his freedom? If it is, I'm willing to give it to him even though it hurts to hell. Just to see him happy. What's stopping him? I really can't tell. Maybe because he's afraid na baka masaktan ako in the end. I'll endure it. You know what the worst part is? Yung hindi mo alam whether to still hold on or to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"&gt;In a relationship, all you want is the best for him.&lt;br style="margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;You want&amp;nbsp;him to be the happiest person there is.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Knowing that you have made&amp;nbsp;him smile atleast once,&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Stand up for him.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;In a relationship, you have to be strong.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;You have to believe in each other.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;You must be loyal &amp;amp; respectful&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;You want to share &amp;amp; cherish every living moment you have spent with him.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Don’t be embarrassed. Make sure everyone knows that, he’s your other half.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Don’t let anybody stop you from loving him.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Because in the end, it’s your feelings that really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;They say that in loving a person, once you get hurt, you get smarter. &lt;b&gt;You learn that not anyone who says that they love you will stay with you through thick and thin&lt;/b&gt;. Not everyone out there who shows you kindness and sweet gestures should be trusted. Not everyone out there who tells you things you want to hear speaks truth and stays faithful. Sometimes, you shouldn't love too much.&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/672902712784266077-7085322063512856490?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/7085322063512856490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=7085322063512856490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7085322063512856490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7085322063512856490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-can-never-fully-let-go_10.html' title='I can never fully let go..'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Menodd8HplY/TfHRMe5B1PI/AAAAAAAAA24/u93stBwkjdM/s72-c/tumblr_lmk3y1okMt1qdbl7ro1_500-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8520203690309800068</id><published>2011-05-27T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T13:58:12.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QB0DNcqVERY/Td89UI9WCjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/8eICdV943Ag/s1600/tumblr_l9lhu4Ys6Z1qbbqgko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QB0DNcqVERY/Td89UI9WCjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/8eICdV943Ag/s320/tumblr_l9lhu4Ys6Z1qbbqgko1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I LOVE HUGS.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not one of those “It’s nice to see you again, I‘ve really missed you” type of hugs or those “Goodbye for now” type of hugs, but an actual hug. The ones where each person has two arms wrapped around the other person’s body, holding on tight enough so no one feels the need to let go. The ones that last for more than a couple of seconds so you can rest your head on the other person’s shoulder for a while. Not the one armed hugs that need to be rushed so they could give a hug to the next person waiting to be hugged. The hugs where you don’t have to say anything because in that moment we just click when we’re holding onto each other. Hugs that make you feel like the world is slowing down just for you and everything is going to be okay. It’s not just a hug anymore, it becomes something much more than that. One simple gesture had the power to motivate you and make you stronger. Hugs like these are rare since you’re not exactly sure when you’re going to receive another one again. Giving you every possible reason to cherish the moment and make it last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8520203690309800068?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8520203690309800068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8520203690309800068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8520203690309800068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8520203690309800068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-hugs.html' title='I love hugs'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QB0DNcqVERY/Td89UI9WCjI/AAAAAAAAA2o/8eICdV943Ag/s72-c/tumblr_l9lhu4Ys6Z1qbbqgko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-6120063583597363869</id><published>2011-05-20T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:12:03.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing these 'cause I've been tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rules:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have to choose and tag ten people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No tag backs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have Fun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="20" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1357/1357135utsopepke1.gif" width="20" /&gt; I'm moody. Annoy me and you're dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="20" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1357/1357135utsopepke1.gif" width="20" /&gt; I so love eating even though I'm afraid of getting fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="20" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1357/1357135utsopepke1.gif" width="20" /&gt; I have my braces on since I don't have a nice shining teeth :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="20" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1357/1357135utsopepke1.gif" width="20" /&gt; I laugh&amp;nbsp; talk so loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="20" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1357/1357135utsopepke1.gif" width="20" /&gt; Poise? I don't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="20" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1357/1357135utsopepke1.gif" width="20" /&gt; I love making faces. Especially when trying to annoy someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="20" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1357/1357135utsopepke1.gif" width="20" /&gt; I'm a huge fan of Westlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="20" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1357/1357135utsopepke1.gif" width="20" /&gt;Sarcasm is my language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="20" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1357/1357135utsopepke1.gif" width="20" /&gt; Jollyfries. Best-est food ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="20" src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1357/1357135utsopepke1.gif" width="20" /&gt; I so love Superman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I'm tagging:&lt;b&gt; &lt;a class="linkage" href="http://jerminix.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jerminix&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="linkage" href="http://herecomesapril.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="linkage" href="http://pretzelgurl11.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pretzel&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a class="linkage" href="http://maymayjayjaym.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Alliza&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="linkage" href="http://faorani.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Fao&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a class="linkage" href="http://http//epheph1103.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Ralph&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a class="linkage" href="http://usapang-papel.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Luna&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a class="linkage" href="http://galacticcircle.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Paola&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="linkage" href="http://kimmynatorxvi.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kimmy&lt;/a&gt;, and&lt;a class="linkage" href="http://aelaville.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Khalline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/672902712784266077-6120063583597363869?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6120063583597363869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=6120063583597363869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6120063583597363869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6120063583597363869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/05/doing-these-cause-ive-been-tagged.html' title='Doing these &apos;cause I&apos;ve been tagged.'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8980720040857461664</id><published>2011-05-15T14:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:13:14.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/23745147"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Baby, you really got me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: x-small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: x-small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You're stuck on me and my laughing eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't pretend though I try to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I like you I like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think I felt my heart skip a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You got me yeah you got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The way you take my hand is just so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And that crooked smile of yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It knocks me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh I just can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How much do I need to fill me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It feels so good it must be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's everything that I've been dreaming of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I give up I give in I let go let's begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Cause no matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh my heart is filled with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't imagine what it'd be like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Living each day in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Without you without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One look from you I know you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This mess we're in you know is just so out of hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh I just can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How much do I need to fill me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It feels so good it must be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's everything that I've been dreaming of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I give up I give in I let go let's begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Cause no matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh my heart is filled with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope we always feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know we will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And in my heart I know that you'll always stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh I just can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How much do I need to fill me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It feels so good it must be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I give up I give in I let go let's begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Cause no matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh I just can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How much do I need to fill me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It feels so good it must be love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's everything that I've been dreaming of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I give up I give in I let go let's begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Cause no matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh my heart is filled with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh you got me you got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="verse" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(205, 216, 143); clear: both; color: #444444; display: block; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 21px ! important; margin-right: 21px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px 0px 58px ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh oh you got me you got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8980720040857461664?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8980720040857461664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8980720040857461664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8980720040857461664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8980720040857461664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-you-really-got-me.html' title='I made it!'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-5200081384825884969</id><published>2011-05-10T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:14:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forehead kisses &amp; Think Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3n1BmOTrEs/TckkoNj5IKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/23yUyMRndyo/s1600/tumblr_lbqrpedy7j1qb1ifho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3n1BmOTrEs/TckkoNj5IKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/23yUyMRndyo/s1600/tumblr_lbqrpedy7j1qb1ifho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3n1BmOTrEs/TckkoNj5IKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/23yUyMRndyo/s1600/tumblr_lbqrpedy7j1qb1ifho1_500.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3n1BmOTrEs/TckkoNj5IKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/23yUyMRndyo/s320/tumblr_lbqrpedy7j1qb1ifho1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3n1BmOTrEs/TckkoNj5IKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/23yUyMRndyo/s1600/tumblr_lbqrpedy7j1qb1ifho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I heard that kisses on the forehead means something, like has that special meaning and this is what I found from a guy’s point of view:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;WHAT DOES FOREHEAD KISSES MEAN?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It means that you’re the most important person for him, that you are part of his happiness. It means that God only knows the way he feels about you. That he has always loved you, that he loves you and that he will always love you. That he will always be there for you no matter what you say or do. That he will always forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/QkoffPX4hjM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkoffPX4hjM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QkoffPX4hjM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm currently stucked with &lt;b&gt;Taj Jackson's&lt;/b&gt; Think Of You, I dunno why. I just love every single beat, every single rhythm.&amp;nbsp; Every line of this song has its own meaning (for me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's been a little crazy doing what I do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Yeah. I've been a little crazy. Being so paranoid these past few days. Random mood swings get in the way. I love you in one minute &amp;amp; after a few minutes I hate you. Seriously? Call me whatever you want but I'm just being me. &lt;b&gt;*sighs*&lt;/b&gt;. How I wish... ah nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby, I don't want you thinking that I really don't care&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Yes. Because I really do care. A LOT. There's no one to blame but myself if I made you feel that way. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All day I think of you, My heart belongs to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Every single moment of my life. Every second. Every breathe. I love you, you have my heart. I don't have any reasons to take it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every second I'm away from you feels like misery&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Cause everything seems so wrong without you by my side. I'm not asking you to be always beside me, cause I know how hard it is for you to be here. Well, I'm getting used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you do when you love someone so much?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Me? I'll do everything, &amp;amp; when I say it, I always mean it. I won't be making any excuses for him not to feel what I feel. It just takes "I love you". &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/672902712784266077-5200081384825884969?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/5200081384825884969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=5200081384825884969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5200081384825884969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5200081384825884969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/05/forehead-kisses.html' title='Forehead kisses &amp; Think Of You'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A3n1BmOTrEs/TckkoNj5IKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/23yUyMRndyo/s72-c/tumblr_lbqrpedy7j1qb1ifho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-5195504974705554645</id><published>2011-04-29T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T10:38:48.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Wedding (photos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71CwA_kdUGw/Tby9WHNaAbI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9irB1FCMJ0k/s1600/tumblr_lkgw4twDhX1qzk4ruo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71CwA_kdUGw/Tby9WHNaAbI/AAAAAAAAA2g/9irB1FCMJ0k/s320/tumblr_lkgw4twDhX1qzk4ruo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzOH_hby0dg/Tbq6f6i2yKI/AAAAAAAAA1g/xtGHfDNV_70/s1600/tumblr_lkf0leGJk61qbv4sdo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xzOH_hby0dg/Tbq6f6i2yKI/AAAAAAAAA1g/xtGHfDNV_70/s320/tumblr_lkf0leGJk61qbv4sdo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;small style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I,  William Arthur Philip Louis, take thee, Catherine Elizabeth, to my  wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for  worse: for richer, for poorer; in sickness and in health; to love and to  cherish, till death us do part, according to God’s holy law; and  thereto I give thee my troth.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;small style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ELxorAmwyKI/TbeCH2gwLoI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZHwxZzLA7hI/s1600/tumblr_lj1dr4o8M21qasl16o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ELxorAmwyKI/TbeCH2gwLoI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZHwxZzLA7hI/s320/tumblr_lj1dr4o8M21qasl16o1_400.png" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: x-small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Who doesn’t love the thought of someone willing to stay on the phone with you while you sleep? Just listening to their breathing as they fall asleep to the sound of your voice. Falling asleep with the phone by your ear, knowing they’re on the other line. Dreaming with you. Dreaming about you. Thinking about you. The sound of their calming sleepy voice is just a lullaby. You catch yourself slowly dozing off as their voice gets softer and softer and then you finally are asleep. When I fall asleep on the phone, I get the feeling of security. That there is always going to be someone there for me no matter what happens. When you sleep on the phone with that special someone, it just feels so nice to know that they’re always gonna be there for you no matter what happens. It’s the best thing to wake up to “hello, babe? wake up babe wake up” The thought that you guys were together on the phone the entire night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-258302005485635793?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/258302005485635793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=258302005485635793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/258302005485635793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/258302005485635793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/04/sleeping-on-phone-with-that-special.html' title='Sleeping on the phone with that special person'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ELxorAmwyKI/TbeCH2gwLoI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZHwxZzLA7hI/s72-c/tumblr_lj1dr4o8M21qasl16o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-6075741415079026333</id><published>2011-04-25T10:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:15:01.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABC's of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: x-small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. AVAILABLE - &lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. BIRTHDAY -&lt;b&gt; May 5, 1994&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. CRUSHING ON -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awesome people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. LAST DRINK I HAD-&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO -&lt;b&gt; Friends and GOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. fave SONG @ THE MOMENT -&lt;b&gt; Endlessly- B4-4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. HOMETOWN -&lt;b&gt; Manila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. IN LOVE WITH -&lt;b&gt; Ralph John Agalud-ud ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. JUGGLE -&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. KILLED SOMEONE -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah. In my mind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. LONGEST CAR RIDE -&lt;b&gt; So many times I had long car rides.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;12. MILKSHAKE FLAVOR -&lt;b&gt; Something Minty :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;13. SIBLING COUNT -&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;14. ONE WISH -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;To visit The Eiffel Tower.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;15. LAST PERSON I CALLED -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;None. I called none.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;16. REASON TO SMILE -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Knowing that I am LOVED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;17. SONG LAST HEARD -&lt;b&gt; Cater To You- Passion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;18. TIME I WOKE UP -&lt;b&gt; 05:45 Dang!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;19. UNDERWEAR COLOR -&lt;b&gt; Peach :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;20. fave VEGETABLES -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bitter Gourd.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;21. WORST HABIT - &lt;b&gt;Being addicted to Internet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22. XRAYS HAD -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;23. YOYO’s ARE - &lt;b&gt;A round thing with a long string :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;24. ZODIAC SIGN -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taurus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random questions about you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. FAVE No. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. fave COLOR -&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. least fave COLOR -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Orange &amp;amp; Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. SONGS -&lt;b&gt; Breakeven- The Script&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. HAPPY WITH MY LIFE NOW -&lt;b&gt;Not so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. fave CLASS IN SCHOOL -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Culinary Laboratory!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. BEST FRIEND - &lt;b&gt;BLERMKADA. MCTRUEPS. Abby &amp;amp; Winlyn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. OUTGOING -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. fave SHOES -&lt;b&gt;My not-so-old Mario D'Boro 3 in. heels.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. CAN I DANCE - &lt;b&gt;Definitely.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. TIE A CHERRY STEM - &lt;b&gt;Never tried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;12. CAN I WHISTLE - &lt;b&gt;Yes. But with spits :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;14. CURLED TOES -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;15. LIFE ON OTHER PLANETS -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Venus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;16. MIRACLES -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Not so?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;17. MAGIC &lt;b&gt;- No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;18. LOVE @ 1ST SIGHT&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;-Yes :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;19. SANTA - &lt;b&gt;No. That fat dumbass :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;20. SWIM -&lt;b&gt; No. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;21. ROLLERCOASTERS - &lt;b&gt;A big NO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22. EAT STUFFS IN REALITY SHOW - &lt;b&gt;Yes. Always&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;23. BEEN ON A PLANE - &lt;b&gt;Yes. When I was a kid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;24. ASK SOMEONE TO GO OUT -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I will never ever do it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;25. BEEN TO OCEAN -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Every year.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;26. PAINTED MY NAILS -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every month :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The whats.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. TEMPERATURE OUTSIDE -&lt;b&gt; Dunno. It's kinda hot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. RADIO STATION -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything. I don't listen to radio stations.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. LAST RESTAURANT -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; KFC.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. LAST THING BOUGHT -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cardigan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. LAST MOVIE YOU'VE WATCHED -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Last Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The who’s.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Friend. Margaret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. LAST PICTURE WITH WHOM -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. LAST PERSON I SAID I LOVE YOU TO -&lt;b&gt; Baby.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crying section.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. CRIED OUT LOUD- &lt;b&gt;Yes. First Sem. Just because my jerk ex boyfriend broke up with me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP &lt;b&gt;- Every Month? HAHA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. CRIED ON FRIEND’S SHOULDER - &lt;b&gt;Probably yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. CRIED OVER OPPOSITE SEX -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. CRIED WHEN INJURED -&lt;b&gt;Yeah. When my scolio attacked me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. CRIED TO A CERTAIN SONG -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y E S.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy section.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. AM I A HAPPY PERSON -&lt;b&gt; It depends on my mood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently wearing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. SHIRT -&lt;b&gt; Yellow sleeveless blouse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. PANTS -&lt;b&gt; My Father's black boxer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. SHOES - &lt;b&gt;Barefoot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. NECKLACE -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;None&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. UNDERWEAR -&lt;b&gt; Brown :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I want In a boy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. EYE COLOR&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;- Any color will do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. HAIR - &lt;b&gt;Anything. I hate bald persons.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. HEIGHT -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taller than me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever (been).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. THOUGHT OF SUICIDE –&lt;b&gt; Once.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. LAUGH SO HARD THEN CRIED -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Always.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. CRIED IN SCHOOL –&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. THROWN UP IN A STORE - &lt;b&gt;Never.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. WANTED TO BE A MODEL -&lt;b&gt; So bad. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. SEEN A DEAD BODY -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. BEEN ON DRUGS –&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;NO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. SKINNY DIPPING -&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This or that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. PEPSI/COKE - &lt;b&gt;Sprite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. MCDONALDS/BURGERKING - &lt;b&gt;Jollibee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. SINGLE/GROUPDATES -&lt;b&gt; Alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. CHOCOLATE/VANILLA –&lt;b&gt;Capuccino.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. STRAWBERRIES/BLUEBERRIES -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Strawberries.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. MEAT/VEGGIES -&lt;b&gt; Seafoods.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. TV/MOVIES -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Both.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. GUITAR/DRUMS – &lt;b&gt;None of the above.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. ADIDAS/NIKE -&lt;b&gt;Adidas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.5em; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. CHINESE/MEXICAN -&lt;b&gt;French :)&lt;/b&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/672902712784266077-6075741415079026333?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6075741415079026333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=6075741415079026333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6075741415079026333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6075741415079026333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/04/abcs-of-me.html' title='The ABC&apos;s of me'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-2994186112742895197</id><published>2011-04-21T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T16:15:14.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you. And that would never be changed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I admit. I became so irresponsible in handling this relationship. I change my mood constantly. And I don't even know the reason why. Everytime you're trying to strike a conversation with me it feels so irritating. I love you BUT I don't know. There's so many stuffs going on my mind. But seriously, I can't sleep at night thinking what would happen if I gave up without reason. Sorry. :| I know I've said it a thousand times, I don't care if you believe it or not. I'm sorry if I'm abusing your kindness, your patience, your love. I'm trying to be a better person every single day. I'm the jealous type of girl, I won't be denying it. &lt;i&gt;Wala na nga lang sa lugar minsan. &lt;/i&gt;You're always there for me even though sometimes I'm pushing you away from me. I know it's hard to handle such a hard-headed girl like me &lt;i&gt;pero isang reklamo wala akong narinig galing sayo&lt;/i&gt;. Ugh. Don't be such a nice guy. Anyway. I'm sorry babe. I really do. I even stopped writing stuffs on my diary. Remember what I told you? Pft. I really am sorry. I love you.&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/mini113.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Baby you're my everything, you all I ever wanted. We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it. You be up on everything. Other hoes ain't never on it.&lt;b&gt; I WANT THIS FOREVER.&lt;/b&gt; I swear I can spend whatever on it."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-2994186112742895197?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2994186112742895197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=2994186112742895197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/2994186112742895197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/2994186112742895197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-and-that-would-never-be.html' title='I love you. And that would never be changed.'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/th_mini113.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-6447916260429147433</id><published>2011-04-16T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:36:30.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Things Guts Should Know about Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Whatever you do, don’t just show up at their house…they run around in their underwear just like we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. DON’T CHEAT ON THEM. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, they WILL find out and you will be mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Beware of every single male relative and all guy friends. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them wouldn’t even wait for the damn hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Never miss an opportunity to tell them they’re beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Don’t refuse to kiss in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it’s because they’re jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;6. If they slap you hard, you deserved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7. Don’t be afraid to touch them if you want to. If they’re going out with you in the first place, it’s because they like being in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8. If you don’t sleep with them, do not tell your friends that you did. 8.5 If you DO sleep with them, don’t tell your friends that you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;9. You can be dirty minded in private, really…most of them are not offended by it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10. Not all of them eat like birds, a lot of them can eat like whales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;11. Most of them don’t mind paying half of everything, but they do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it and your friends will know you’re a pussy..Do you honestly need all your money that much? Be a man, pay all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;12. Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- a stuffed animal, one of his sweatshirts, and a really pretty ring. Even if it’s not a serious relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;13. Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you’re dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren’t dropping her off, call to be sure she’s home safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;14. If a guy is bothering her, it is your right to beat the shit out of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;15. If you’re talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;16. Never, ever slap her, even if it’s just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, “Oh, you’re so dumb” or something, never make any gestures back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;17. Go to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn’t care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;18. You’re dead meat if you can’t get along with their pets, parents, and best friends. Be prince charming to their friends, Mr. Polite to their parents, and make sure to be nice to their animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;19. Don’t flirt with their moms…that’s just freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;20. Don’t be freaked out by PMS. It’s not gross, and it really does make them feel like shit, so be understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;21. If you don’t like the way they drive, you do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22. If you’re officially dating, and you’re introducing her to your friends, you’d better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;23. Don’t stress where you go for every date. They really only want to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;24. If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them without being asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;25. Girls are fragile. Even if you’re play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;26. Memorize their god damn birthdays. You forget her birthday and you’re basically screwed for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;27. Don’t marinade the cologne, but smell good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;28. Don’t give her something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine’s day. It doesn’t have to be expensive, but it has to be meaningful. Jewelry is always nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;29. If you think the relationship isn’t going to last, don’t wait to find out. It will only hurt you more if you draw it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;30. After you’ve been dating for a while, realize that they really have started to trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more responsibility, privilege and control than you would think. Be careful with it, most guys would kill for that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;kind of power, and it can be lost in a nanosecond&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/672902712784266077-6447916260429147433?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6447916260429147433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=6447916260429147433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6447916260429147433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6447916260429147433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/04/30-things-guts-should-know-about-girls.html' title='30 Things Guts Should Know about Girls'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-2097948497984420036</id><published>2011-04-15T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:16:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So here I am again. I want you to know how badly I miss you. Yes. You. My love for you is deeper than you'll ever know, when you kiss me and show me that you love me I feel that I'm the most special girl in this world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/relaxed.gif" /&gt;Baby, I'm doing this because I miss you. It's my way of showing that even though were not together, still you're with me. Within me. You are mine. And I am yours. I will love you until the day that I die. I want you to be mine and all mine. It may sound too selfish but that's the way it is. I love you with all my heart and thank you for making me feel loved.&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/mini037.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for making me laugh.&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/mini049.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for making me the person I am today. Thank you for being there for me even though sometimes when I find it hard to sleep at night and you're there, telling me stories and telling me how much you love me until I get asleep.&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/minilua.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't want to end this relationship we have. I cherish every second God gives me when I'm with you. No matter what happens baby, we will always be together and nothing could ever break us. Oh alam ko sasabihin mo nanaman na english masyado 'tong ginawa ko. Hehe. I love you baby! You are my one and only DOG &lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/minicao.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else. You have no idea how much I love you , I mean you have no idea how much I do. I've come to a point where you've just became a part of me. I know it sounds weird. You really mean everything to me and I mean that with every cell and neurons in my body . I love you. I really do. And I promise, this feeling will never go away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-2097948497984420036?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2097948497984420036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=2097948497984420036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/2097948497984420036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/2097948497984420036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/th_relaxed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-4970696741174763399</id><published>2011-04-14T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:18:46.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So many things happened this week. Guess what? Me and my baby just celebrated our 2nd Monthsary &lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/minicoelhinho.gif" /&gt; . Happy? Yes. Contented? Super. In love? Super duper much&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/mini085.gif" /&gt;. At first I thought we were just playing games but look at where we are now, our relationship may not be as long as the others but I can proudly say that this relationship is &lt;i&gt;one of a kind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/minicartinha.gif" /&gt; . Anyways, Holy Week is coming. There's nothing to watch. I guess I'll be seeing you here then? Hehe. I'm a bit excited 'cause 3 weeks from now I'll be turning 17. Yeabah! &lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/ani089.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YFgVAZlYTw/TacB9SJGOiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/0yitsYkUaZM/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1YFgVAZlYTw/TacB9SJGOiI/AAAAAAAAAzE/0yitsYkUaZM/s1600/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way he is. That is one of the reasons why I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-4970696741174763399?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4970696741174763399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=4970696741174763399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4970696741174763399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4970696741174763399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/th_minicoelhinho.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-3879299578629469353</id><published>2011-04-10T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:05:44.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's response :*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgGtos0jFis/TaBju6mfNVI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/JP83vgUtLMI/s1600/Image45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgGtos0jFis/TaBju6mfNVI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/JP83vgUtLMI/s1600/Image45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XF8nciR6UC8/TaBjvYNbD0I/AAAAAAAAAyU/TuoSjC7TPIo/s1600/Image46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XF8nciR6UC8/TaBjvYNbD0I/AAAAAAAAAyU/TuoSjC7TPIo/s1600/Image46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuqDrudX0NI/TaBjv_P9s8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/gfNwm_cIriI/s1600/Image47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nuqDrudX0NI/TaBjv_P9s8I/AAAAAAAAAyY/gfNwm_cIriI/s1600/Image47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gALMAW7iqD0/TaBjwKytTsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/9j343dZyXqc/s1600/Image48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gALMAW7iqD0/TaBjwKytTsI/AAAAAAAAAyc/9j343dZyXqc/s1600/Image48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hi baby :) I`m done ehehe. See that? I want you to know that I did it not because im bored but because hmm nothing. I just want to make something again and this is the outcome. I just got home from Jhez`s Debut and you know that im tired but who cares. Pinost ko pa din. I love you baby. Don`t you ever forget that. :* Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-639631892984413204?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/639631892984413204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=639631892984413204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/639631892984413204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/639631892984413204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/04/12-things-he-need-to-know.html' title='12 things he need to know :)'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxyB-kGwq1Y/TaBjql44CjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/hs8OvUa5C5Y/s72-c/DSCN0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-7764157046417764446</id><published>2011-04-05T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:34:00.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrophonology</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RONAMAIE&lt;/b&gt;-You make impersonal decisions quickly, but not so with personal concerns. You like to think things over carefully, but tend to be indecisive. You have a great deal of loyalty to those you love. You have much inner strength. You can handle details well. You have a methodical mind. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You are always involved with projects and things to do. You have a need to be up front. You are relatively demonstrative in your affections. You enjoy being stroked verbally and physically. You can be quite inventive and quite curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALLA&lt;/b&gt;-You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You enjoy socializing and entertaining. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VILLAR&lt;/b&gt;-You have difficulty getting emotionally close to others. You believe in live and let live. You are future oriented. You have a diplomatic flair to your nature. Equality and fairness are important to you. You enjoy socializing and entertaining. You must learn the lessons of self-worth; learn to love yourself before you can love others. You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life. You enjoy a challenge. You can take thought-directed actions. You can be assertive and aggressive when the occasion arises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-7764157046417764446?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/7764157046417764446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=7764157046417764446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7764157046417764446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7764157046417764446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/04/acrophonology.html' title='Acrophonology'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-5742883286828801186</id><published>2011-04-03T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:46:56.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Otk9vjIgoTk/TZgPjW_sr_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/cESdZj-apB8/s1600/tumblr_li4on2UCQb1qc72b1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Otk9vjIgoTk/TZgPjW_sr_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/cESdZj-apB8/s320/tumblr_li4on2UCQb1qc72b1o1_500.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I’m sorry if I act childish sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I’m sorry if I get jealous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I’m sorry for the fights that we’ll get into. &amp;nbsp;I’m sorry if I’m a pain in the ass sometimes. And I’m sorry for everything that I’ll do to make you unhappy. I thank you for all the smiles that you’ll bring me, all the happiness you gave me. I thank you for being there for when I need you the most. Thank you for brightening up my day. If you make me cry, then that’s okay. Just don’t make that a habit. If you hold my hand, hold it tight so that you can make sure that I don’t slip away. If you hold me, just know that I won’t stop smiling. I want you to know that if I ever do slip away, I didn’t want to, but it was something that I couldn’t help. And when I realize how stupid I was, I hope that you still haven’t given up on me yet. And I hope that you’ll still be there to give me another chance because I would give you that second chance. &amp;nbsp;They say that guys aren’t worth my tears, but I want you to be the guy that’s worth my tears. I know that there’ll be times where I can’t always make you happy. I know that there will be times where I won’t be able to see you because of my parents, but know that I really just want to be with you right at that moment and know that I just want to be in your arms. I don’t need you to kiss me every minute like how some couples are because I’d rather you just surprise me. I’ll love it when you make me laugh, even if it’s something completely stupid, a cheesy pick up line, a silly face, anything, I’ll love it. I’ll introduce you to my friends if you want and you can introduce me to yours, but that really doesn’t matter to me. Knowing you is good enough for me. I won’t fall for any of your friends because I know how much you’d hate that and why would I want them when I have you? I just hope that you can do the same. I’ll watch movies with you all day if you wanted to - your favorite movies, my favorite movies, new movies, any movie. We can go to the park and run around you can chase me around the playground.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-5742883286828801186?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/5742883286828801186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=5742883286828801186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5742883286828801186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5742883286828801186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Otk9vjIgoTk/TZgPjW_sr_I/AAAAAAAAAxc/cESdZj-apB8/s72-c/tumblr_li4on2UCQb1qc72b1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-493946897331328000</id><published>2011-03-30T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T17:09:20.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Date a girl who loves to read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISEq_DE0zro/TZK1IMESRtI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WlxFJUKV6bM/s1600/tumblr_lgktfeWtVB1qh8pemo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISEq_DE0zro/TZK1IMESRtI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WlxFJUKV6bM/s400/tumblr_lgktfeWtVB1qh8pemo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Buy her another cup of coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. &amp;nbsp;Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;She has to give it a shot somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: 20px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Or better yet, date a girl who&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;writes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minigifs/oisiznha.gif" /&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/672902712784266077-493946897331328000?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/493946897331328000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=493946897331328000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/493946897331328000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/493946897331328000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/03/date-girl-who-loves-to-read.html' title='Date a girl who loves to read'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISEq_DE0zro/TZK1IMESRtI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/WlxFJUKV6bM/s72-c/tumblr_lgktfeWtVB1qh8pemo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-683664898757405064</id><published>2011-03-29T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:12:19.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>When guys are seriously in love ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yYEgz7nMU-I/TYX5E_3iHCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/xKRPda5Nyek/s1600/tumblr_lhgj63YzVx1qckh7yo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yYEgz7nMU-I/TYX5E_3iHCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/xKRPda5Nyek/s400/tumblr_lhgj63YzVx1qckh7yo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;My favorite part of a relationship is the part where we’re just getting to know each other.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The part where I wake up in the morning, and my first instinct is to text or call you to say ‘good morning’. The part where I’m just sitting in class, and suddenly the thought of you strikes my mind out of nowhere, causing me to smile. The part where we talk for hours long on the phone, asking each other questions, telling each other countless stories, and falling asleep together. From the cute nicknames to the constant flirting, I can’t help but feel a spark lighting up. These fresh feelings are what I cherish the most because they’re what keeps me hopeful for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-494062481447524116?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/494062481447524116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=494062481447524116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/494062481447524116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/494062481447524116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/03/this.html' title='This'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yYEgz7nMU-I/TYX5E_3iHCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/xKRPda5Nyek/s72-c/tumblr_lhgj63YzVx1qckh7yo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-3902477950087021335</id><published>2011-03-18T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T20:53:51.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby :*'/><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's automatic. He should be at our house every Friday after class or should I say after our Culinary Laboratory. He came here for like 5 times and I guess it would be more than that :). Wanna see what me and my baby did the whole night? THIS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WzrVDimSkpI/TYN2itylKZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/k5G1o5P0p_A/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WzrVDimSkpI/TYN2itylKZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/k5G1o5P0p_A/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TkhK2jXydSE/TYN2jFtn2kI/AAAAAAAAAvo/w7uLB9TDLVM/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TkhK2jXydSE/TYN2jFtn2kI/AAAAAAAAAvo/w7uLB9TDLVM/s1600/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YqqqM9XGeDc/TYN2j-34UfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/8A27s67YDDA/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YqqqM9XGeDc/TYN2j-34UfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/8A27s67YDDA/s1600/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0BHiENYzul4/TYN2kO0rfxI/AAAAAAAAAvw/H7VhKz_mjBs/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0BHiENYzul4/TYN2kO0rfxI/AAAAAAAAAvw/H7VhKz_mjBs/s1600/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2yFYX0PwywM/TYN2kn9ic-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/QDxjRvpcMew/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2yFYX0PwywM/TYN2kn9ic-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/QDxjRvpcMew/s320/5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YXm1xWUZU6A/TYN2lPnOOtI/AAAAAAAAAv4/nPsu2Ak5nyI/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YXm1xWUZU6A/TYN2lPnOOtI/AAAAAAAAAv4/nPsu2Ak5nyI/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-er5TOAe3tsI/TYN2loTYpdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lonL-lpTU60/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-er5TOAe3tsI/TYN2loTYpdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lonL-lpTU60/s320/7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FOnf4zLYMSo/TYN2mUWkfcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/IY_zSUrDJks/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-FOnf4zLYMSo/TYN2mUWkfcI/AAAAAAAAAwA/IY_zSUrDJks/s320/8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IUmswP_fFL4/TYN2m15CaxI/AAAAAAAAAwE/66fJ43x8tqs/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IUmswP_fFL4/TYN2m15CaxI/AAAAAAAAAwE/66fJ43x8tqs/s1600/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-D9NYhmpspMU/TYN0Ld5XVWI/AAAAAAAAAuo/pOF_8BW-RLI/s1600/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+DSCN9912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do look stupid. But it's really sweet in my part. Playing games with him/ Putting so much concealer on our faces during our stupid game :) Whew. This is how it feels to be in love ♥&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/672902712784266077-3902477950087021335?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3902477950087021335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=3902477950087021335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/3902477950087021335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/3902477950087021335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WzrVDimSkpI/TYN2itylKZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/k5G1o5P0p_A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-4828938648471094299</id><published>2011-03-13T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:12:43.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sir, I Am In Love With Your Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; text-align: left;"&gt;A young man went over to his girlfriend’s house for dinner. He had an important question to ask his girlfriend’s divorced father, so he asked his girlfriend&amp;nbsp;to step out of the room for a second while they talked. The man said, “Sir, I am in love with your daughter and would like your permission to have her hand in marriage. I promise I’ll treat her like she deserves, and I promise I’ll make you proud to say I’m your son-in-law.” The father said, “Boy, you better keep her happy and it’s a long-shot to make me a proud father-in-law, but I give you permission.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months later, after the man and woman were engaged, the man told her one day, “Your father seems very hard to please, but I’ll make sure he likes me someday. The day he is proud of me is the day I could die happy!” he laughed.&amp;nbsp;She said, “He likes you. He’s just acting tough around you.”&lt;br /&gt;The couple visited her father the night they got engaged. She showed her father the ring and he asked how many carats were in it. When the man told him, he smirked. A couple of months later, the couple got married. The man was also promoted to vice-president of the company he worked for. When the couple told the news to the woman’s father, he asked, “How come you aren’t president of the company yet, boy?” Years passed, and the couple now had a nice house and car, and a beautiful&amp;nbsp;baby daughter. The man was also president of the company now, but his father-in-law never congratulated him. “Well, I’m still proud of you, honey,” said his wife. “I know,” he smiled, “I just wish your dad would be.”&lt;br /&gt;One tragic night, the couple’s house had caught fire. The man told his wife to run out of the house and call for help,&amp;nbsp;while he would get their daughter. He got to her room, saw her crying, and picked her up. Carrying her to the front door, a large, sharp beam crumbled and slashed through his back. He screamed in pain, but kept going, even as blood continued to pour out from his body. Once he finally got out, firetrucks were just arriving. He handed&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;baby girl&amp;nbsp;over to his wife and slowly fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;A couple&amp;nbsp;of hours&amp;nbsp;later, the man’s wife came up to the hospital bed where he was laying, carrying their daughter in her arms. The ECG machine beeped slowly and the man’s breathing was fading. “Dada juss seeping? He tiyud?” babbled their baby. “Yeah. Daddy’s just sleeping,” said the wife as she wiped her tears, kissed his forehead, and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father-in-law came&amp;nbsp;into the room, walked up&amp;nbsp;to the man, put his arm on his shoulder and said, “I’m proud of you. I’m so sorry I never told you that. I could never say it because you were more of a man than I ever could be. Thank you for taking care of my baby girl…”&amp;nbsp;He began to cry, “I”m so sorry… I’m so proud of you, son… I’m so very proud.” In the last seconds of his life, the man gave a subtle smile. His breathing stopped and the ECG machine flat-lined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-4828938648471094299?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4828938648471094299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=4828938648471094299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4828938648471094299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4828938648471094299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/03/sir-i-am-in-love-with-your-daughter.html' title='Sir, I Am In Love With Your Daughter'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-9046945528353027537</id><published>2011-03-13T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:44:05.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barkada'/><title type='text'>A letter for my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-size: x-small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;To my true friends,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Thank you&amp;nbsp;for always being able to make me laugh,&amp;nbsp;for always being there when I needed someone to talk to, for making me see the light whenever we’re together and for being such an amazing person overall. If we’re not together, I want you to remember to keep on smiling and shining. Don’t be afraid of the danger along the way because when the sun rises, it’s a brand new day. A new day that opens new doors for you. I have no regrets meeting you because you have seriously impacted and changed my life. I can laugh freely and be who I truly am with you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you smile everyday, whether a reason is needed or not and keep on being who you are because being yourself is more than enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Love, Me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-9046945528353027537?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/9046945528353027537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=9046945528353027537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/9046945528353027537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/9046945528353027537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/03/letter-for-my-friends.html' title='A letter for my friends'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8399259845569741325</id><published>2011-03-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:48:28.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby :*'/><title type='text'>Happy First Monthsary :*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d3veNaO9OMw/TXuEbFvC_1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/yPrRcJKm93o/s1600/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9795.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d3veNaO9OMw/TXuEbFvC_1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/yPrRcJKm93o/s320/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9795.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look at my Baby :) taking photos without telling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NOcw56weCJQ/TXuEbSrRe1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/OUWgxfKiocM/s1600/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NOcw56weCJQ/TXuEbSrRe1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/OUWgxfKiocM/s320/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9796.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kiss by Kiss :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mAsXNwuU220/TXuEbxSgN2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/e5jAPHyjh3w/s1600/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mAsXNwuU220/TXuEbxSgN2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/e5jAPHyjh3w/s320/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9802.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Baby with my baby? Eh? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SxUFeuRQ_yE/TXuEcdQEH6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/u_NfGA1A4-4/s1600/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SxUFeuRQ_yE/TXuEcdQEH6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/u_NfGA1A4-4/s320/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9805.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*ching* Our first baby :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ewwWtCLr608/TXuEcisytJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OdlTwqQskgE/s1600/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ewwWtCLr608/TXuEcisytJI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OdlTwqQskgE/s320/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9809.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isn't he cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4DKUd7KwQ1s/TXuEdPTNdZI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/TKaP3VELpVU/s1600/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4DKUd7KwQ1s/TXuEdPTNdZI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/TKaP3VELpVU/s320/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9810.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wearing what he gave :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aEyzWcqlgmE/TXuEdc2LjWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/51Y-w-vXyiE/s1600/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aEyzWcqlgmE/TXuEdc2LjWI/AAAAAAAAAuU/51Y-w-vXyiE/s320/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9812.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Were the perfect two :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HeCPguEEusw/TXuEeK3H0GI/AAAAAAAAAuY/CMwMv_KNDno/s1600/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HeCPguEEusw/TXuEeK3H0GI/AAAAAAAAAuY/CMwMv_KNDno/s320/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9813.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love the feeling when he's hugging me *blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z7KYY04oQCs/TXuEeopgylI/AAAAAAAAAuc/djbN4s2d6zE/s1600/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Z7KYY04oQCs/TXuEeopgylI/AAAAAAAAAuc/djbN4s2d6zE/s320/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9814.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Family Picture? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sorry if I don't have much time telling what happened this day. So many works to do. Well here it is, I just posted our pictures. Spread the Love! :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8399259845569741325?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8399259845569741325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8399259845569741325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8399259845569741325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8399259845569741325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-first-monthsary.html' title='Happy First Monthsary :*'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d3veNaO9OMw/TXuEbFvC_1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/yPrRcJKm93o/s72-c/C+Users+Romsvil+Desktop+TWEAKED+New+folder+DSCN9795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-4978846304559370359</id><published>2011-02-19T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:54:41.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby :*'/><title type='text'>It's our lovestory ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsT_GyIyXWw/TV_M05E6cwI/AAAAAAAAAtg/_gRMFA7UhA0/s1600/165651_179607945410761_100000846706594_384026_6303401_n-horz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsT_GyIyXWw/TV_M05E6cwI/AAAAAAAAAtg/_gRMFA7UhA0/s640/165651_179607945410761_100000846706594_384026_6303401_n-horz.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the way you're everything I ever wanted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V58ezQ23Hwc/TV_Qp4-sdAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/XEKFlRf9jNg/s1600/39666_141901982495361_100000266799788_327476_5829755_n-horz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V58ezQ23Hwc/TV_Qp4-sdAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/XEKFlRf9jNg/s320/39666_141901982495361_100000266799788_327476_5829755_n-horz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby, were invincible&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Blogging again for the nth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to share on how this lovestory started.&lt;br /&gt;You are so welcome to click the "x" button on the top left corner of your screens if you're not interested reading this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ralph is his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes &amp;amp; the flashback starts im standing there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during our &lt;b&gt; INTRO101&lt;/b&gt; class when I first saw him.&amp;nbsp; Lois &amp;amp; I were talking when he suddenly came in. I remember, he was wearing this plain Yellow/Blue shirt and yes, time stops for about a minute cause man, he was just attractive.&lt;br /&gt;So much for praising this man haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; First Semester&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So he's my crush. My very first college crush. Oh yes, he's everything I ever wanted that time.I even thought Bettina was his girl and surprisingly she's not. Can you imagine how happy I am knowing he's single and I can fantasize him &lt;b&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my time looking for his Facebook account and it took me a week before I saw it. Shoot! I clicked ADD AS FRIEND as fast as I can and WEE! He accepted it. And *ching!* time to stalk and time to be a thief. HAHA. I mean stealing his pictures and having him as my wallpaper for a week.&lt;br /&gt;And it went well. Kilig moments never fail everytime I see him. Oh! Before I forgot, I wanna share this crazy situation when he came up to me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; GRANSTAND &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;: Uy Rona! Si Ralph oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Rona&lt;/b&gt;: Uu, kanina ko pa nakita yan bago nyo pa nakita :D *kilig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Friends&lt;/b&gt;: Tara tawagin natin sila, makipag-close tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rona:&lt;/b&gt;: Waaggg! Nahihiya ako andyan si Ralph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after a minute.. I saw him coming up.. coming for us..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rona&lt;/b&gt;: Oh my goodness. Pare. I'm gonna die. I can't breathe. Papalapit sya satin. Oh Lord. I'm gonna dieeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do. He's already in front of us. In front of ME. I really dunno what to do. I just want to run away or hide inside my bag :P&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly.. Super Kilig + Ralph= Rona bursting with tears. It happened. I cried because.. because.. obviously it's because of him.. Because of super duper happiness I felt the time he came to us. First close encounter with this awesome specie HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSS: Jump then Fall by Taylor Swift. I really can relate much in this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Everytime you smile, I smile. And everytime you shine, I shine for you. Woah-oh I need you baby, don't be afraid to jump then fall, jump then fall into me*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking. What am I gonna do to make this man fall for me. And my mind answered "Nah. Don't even think about it. I have a boyfriend and I love him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly.. My feelings for this man fade....And after a many long months.. I just felt that the feeling is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Second Semester&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a new crush. HAHA. His name is Lemuel and I preferred to call him my bebe. :) So you're gonna ask about what I feel for Ralph? -- Zero?. Just when I knew he was flirting with so many girls including my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't get affected by that. This time, Ralph became an ordinary guy for me. We have our common friends.. I dunno. I just don't care about him.. There just this times when I see him having this different attitude when entering the classroom. I admit, there are times when my heart beats faster when I see him licking his lips HAHA. Seeing his back that makes me wanna hug him.Or even when he just walking.. I dunno :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became close. Oh well. Not-so-close-to-be-bestfriends.. But because of this little closeness. The word &lt;b&gt;"DOG"&lt;/b&gt; just came in. I forgot how it all started but he's calling me DOG and I to him. Until he once opened up to me, and thought that he's really not a bad guy after all. He maybe flirting, but he has his reasons for doing it. But not in a bad way, he's like a lost puppy searching for his right owner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the time when me &amp;amp; my boyfriend are having misunderstandings in our relationship to the point that im so much in pain that I want to call it quits. Ugh. I even promised to myself that I won't be falling for the same guy anymore. I don't want to be in pain because of the same reason : FIGHTING FOR THE SPOT. But then, we can't dictate our hearts, we cannot control what we feel and we can't tell what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;So this is it. I opened everything to Ralph.. There's no one I can talk to about this because i'm afraid my friends might scold me again. He comforted me in the best way he could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Wednesday. Exam week. Like other broken-hearted girls, im not in the mood to talk to anyone. Laughing seems to be the hardest thing to do when you know that you're hurting. I was there. Looking in the middle of nowhere. Thinking why this have to end. Blaming myself. Blaming him. But I decided to move on even it really hurts, well with my ex's look he could find another woman in just a snap of his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;And there he was. Ralph. :) *mentioning his name makes me smile*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;He was asking me if I was okay. And said that I could be over him. We were heading at Tita Mau`s place to watch movies &amp;amp; when we got there I immediately climbed up to the double deck cause that was my territory ever since HAHA :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;To my surprise, I saw him beside me. he said that he's going to sleep and I thought okay.Sleepwell. While watching, I'm taking a glance on him seeing if he's really sleeping, and his eyes are moving and I smiled. This guy is awake so I just stared on his face for about 10seconds? HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;And bring back my focus on watching. After several minutes, I noticed him touching my hair, well he's not contented with what he's doing. He just smelled my hair. WTF is wrong with this guy?! I'm not used to this kind of feeling because my boyfriend &amp;amp; I are so apart from each other. I feel like I wanna hug him and feel what it's like to be hugged. But I set my limitations. &lt;i&gt; Pinipigilan ko yung nararamdaman ko cause it feels like bumabalik yung pagkagusto ko sa kanya&lt;/i&gt;. So I told him to go down kase baka kung anong isipin nila. He did go down but after a short while I can feel him again beside me. &lt;br /&gt;And I really wanna sing &lt;b&gt; WHAT A FEELING! &lt;/b&gt;. Throughout the day magkatabi lang talaga kami to the point that I could see myself touching his hair,smelling his shirt. And I asked myself &lt;b&gt; "What the hell is wrong with me?"&lt;/b&gt; then the other side of my brain answered &lt;b&gt; "There's nothing wrong with what you're doing, you just miss the fun spending your time with your invisible ex-boyfriend!"&lt;/b&gt;. I said, Lord, ikaw na bahala :) *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Valentine's Day came. Read my previous blogpost about what he did to me that day :) He's really sweet &amp;amp; gentleman. I feel like a real lady whenever I'm with him. The way he looks at me? Dang! It feels like being looked by an angel. &lt;br /&gt;I really moved on because of him and this understanding between me and him is not in a REBOUND. The way I feel for him is so damn special. Plus the fact that he came visiting my mom TWICE. Girls, I really loved this man. Say what you wanna say, judge me if you want to but God knows im happy with the decision I made and I think He's never gonna fail me. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the man who really took care of me, thank you :) for all the efforts you made, for the sweet things that gives butterflies to my stomach, for a very sweet kiss on my forehead which takes away the stress, for hugging my waist which gives me the feeling that im safe whenever im with you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything :). &lt;i&gt; Everything little thing you do, makes me fall in love with you. &lt;/i&gt; Can't wait to see you again Dog :) Oh. It all started with D-O-G which spelled backward G-O-D. Now, I am contented in life, At last! God gave me my other half &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-4978846304559370359?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4978846304559370359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=4978846304559370359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4978846304559370359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4978846304559370359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-our-lovestory.html' title='It&apos;s our lovestory ♥'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsT_GyIyXWw/TV_M05E6cwI/AAAAAAAAAtg/_gRMFA7UhA0/s72-c/165651_179607945410761_100000846706594_384026_6303401_n-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-4373469009187611696</id><published>2011-02-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:48:39.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby :*'/><title type='text'>Baby's Request :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syuIAn7im4c/TV0qvjzN8BI/AAAAAAAAAtU/kQjMXNYe3aU/s1600/184981_1652128219460_1124646673_31581337_7160993_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syuIAn7im4c/TV0qvjzN8BI/AAAAAAAAAtU/kQjMXNYe3aU/s320/184981_1652128219460_1124646673_31581337_7160993_n.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk7ng2kchBY/TV0o_PZFbsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nofbmhfKGY4/s1600/182996_1652128499467_1124646673_31581339_2994096_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lk7ng2kchBY/TV0o_PZFbsI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/nofbmhfKGY4/s320/182996_1652128499467_1124646673_31581339_2994096_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-4373469009187611696?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4373469009187611696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=4373469009187611696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4373469009187611696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4373469009187611696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/02/babys-request.html' title='Baby&apos;s Request :)'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-syuIAn7im4c/TV0qvjzN8BI/AAAAAAAAAtU/kQjMXNYe3aU/s72-c/184981_1652128219460_1124646673_31581337_7160993_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-925663992311295063</id><published>2011-02-15T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:48:43.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby :*'/><title type='text'>How did I spend my Valentine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "What is Valentine? Is it something you eat?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That was me. Oh well, not only me :) All the single ladies. But the word that best describes me is &lt;b&gt; bitter&lt;/b&gt;. For me Valentine is just an ordinary day. In this case, &lt;i&gt; it's just an ordinary Monday&lt;/i&gt;. Wherever I go, all I see are guys who's holding a flower and yeah sometimes I'd like to take it from them and say &lt;b&gt; "Oh, is this for me? Thank You"&lt;/b&gt; HAHA. That would be such a shame :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well. We must &lt;b&gt; expect the unexpected&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To make the story short, while I was laughing with my friends when this guy came to with .. with .. with a grenade, haha just joking.. obviously with a flowers :) *how sweet*. But not only flowers.. but also with &lt;i&gt; CHOCO-YEY's&lt;/i&gt;. It's not really chocolates but oh yes. I consider it as chocolates :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The surprise never ends. I dragged Lois into the bathroom just to shout and let my feelings show. I never knew that were not the only ones there. *another shameful experience*. There was a man going upstairs into this secret getaway near the girl's comfort room. And because of this, I decided to get back to our room. Well, well.. to my surprise &lt;b&gt; AGAIN&lt;/b&gt; . Bettina asked me to go near Ralph's Laptop just to watch this movie he made for me. When the music starts, i feel that there is something in my eyes.. know what is it? &lt;b&gt; T E A R S &lt;/b&gt;. Super kilig leads to crying HAHA :D what a feeling.. Honestly he's the only one who made me cry and laugh at the same time. Call me crazy but that's just how it feels. &lt;i&gt; Feeling ko pa nga lumobo yung puso ko as if it's going to BOOM! Explode&lt;/i&gt; .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He really made me happy that day. He even offered me to take me home, and then naisip ko. WAW. Ipakilala na to kay Mother Dear :) And *POOF* after several magic hours.. He is officially my suitor. Wee-o-wee-o-wee :D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh well. Unfortunately. I'm having a hard time posting the video he made for me. Pfft. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Blog Owner :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-925663992311295063?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/925663992311295063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=925663992311295063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/925663992311295063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/925663992311295063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-did-i-spend-my-valentine.html' title='How did I spend my Valentine?'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-7014920244492988371</id><published>2011-02-05T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:21:34.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Bride &amp; Letters to Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TU0xIp306mI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2Ii_GuGdJpo/s1600/My_Little_Bride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TU0xIp306mI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2Ii_GuGdJpo/s400/My_Little_Bride.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I first watched this movie during our rehearsal, but unfortunately I wasn't able to finish it. The story is all about a 16-year old highschool and is forced to marry her childhood friend whose a lot more older than her age. I laughed so hard because when they got married, they lived in the same house and Sangmin always play naughty jokes to Boeun HAHA :) There was a scene there that Sangmin is just wearing a short and tries to seduce Boeun, can't stop laughing when Boeun stabbed Sangmin using a pencil in his head. Well, they tried to keep their marriage secret because of their age gap. It took me 1 hour and 30 minutes to finish this movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EeC3tFy8xI/TJnD_8LRh6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/nQTr_p-wees/s1600/letters-to-juliet-movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EeC3tFy8xI/TJnD_8LRh6I/AAAAAAAAAJs/nQTr_p-wees/s400/letters-to-juliet-movie.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Finally! After &lt;b&gt;212156567&lt;/b&gt; years. I really wanted to see this movie before but then I don't have time to watch it. I really admire Amanda for being a good actress :) She also played &lt;u&gt;SAVANNAH&lt;/u&gt; in Dear John. So, the movie is all about Letters for Juliet, obviously. Verona, Italy is a place where broken hearted leaves a note asking Juliet for help, well there are 5 Juliets including Sophie and the rest was history :) My mom even saw me crying in front of my laptop and asked &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Oy ikaw, bakit ka umiiyak jan??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I answered her &lt;i&gt;" &lt;b&gt;WALA!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; haha :D THUMBS UP! It took me 4 hours to finish these two movies and my eyes are like o.&amp;lt; I feel so unproductive this day. :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span id="goog_96942821"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_96942822"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-7014920244492988371?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/7014920244492988371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=7014920244492988371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7014920244492988371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7014920244492988371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-little-bride-letters-to-juliet.html' title='My Little Bride &amp; Letters to Juliet'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TU0xIp306mI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2Ii_GuGdJpo/s72-c/My_Little_Bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8070594699431219983</id><published>2011-02-04T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:35:49.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought from Ashton Kutcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;“If you miss me, you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting u” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what is. It’s also great for passing notes. there is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: You are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and there’s some stuff you can’t un-see. But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It’s personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it’s flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 10px 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;“This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not.&lt;/i&gt;” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8070594699431219983?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8070594699431219983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8070594699431219983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8070594699431219983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8070594699431219983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-you-miss-me-you-cant-text-you-cant.html' title='A thought from Ashton Kutcher'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-2567589249668091866</id><published>2011-02-03T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:23:47.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Divorce Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Dear Wife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you forever. I’ve been a good man to you for 7 years &amp;amp; I have nothing to show for it.&lt;br style="margin-top: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;These last 2 weeks have been hell.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today &amp;amp; that was the last straw. Last week, you came home &amp;amp; didn’t even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal &amp;amp; even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, &amp;amp; went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don’t tell me you love me anymore; you don’t want sex or anything that connects us as husband &amp;amp; wife. Either you’re cheating on me or you don’t love me anymore; whatever the case, I’m gone.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Your EX-Husband&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;P.S. don’t try to find me. Your SISTER &amp;amp; I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Dear Ex-Husband&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;It’s true you &amp;amp; I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you’ve been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining &amp;amp; griping Too bad that doesn’t work. I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was ‘You look just like a girl!’ Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can’t say something nice, I didn’t comment. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago. About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, &amp;amp; I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;After all of this, I still loved you &amp;amp; felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job &amp;amp; bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica But when I got home you were gone.. Everything happens for a reason, I guess.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won’t get a dime from me.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;So take care.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Signed,&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell &amp;amp; Free!&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl.&lt;br style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;I hope that’s not a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-2567589249668091866?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2567589249668091866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=2567589249668091866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/2567589249668091866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/2567589249668091866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-divorce-letter.html' title='Best Divorce Letter'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-55037070715929349</id><published>2011-01-29T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:49:08.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Thing'/><title type='text'>Last Day Of Lasallian Week</title><content type='html'>First Event: TAKATAK-- Fun Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyeah. Aga ko gumising :) Di naman ako tatakbo, magpapa-register lang.. hmm requirement kse. So ayun, aga-aga anlamig ng hangin BRR. Ayun, nagpa-antay na lang ako kay Riz para may kasama naman ako. Galing kami ng Gate 3 para lang magpa-register, then pupunta ng CIH sa Gate 1 para sa Gourmet Challenge. Hiningal kami ng grabe :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Event: Gourmet Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tss. Pagdating namin ni Riz konti pa lang tao, puro officers and committees . UGH. Antagal naming nag-antay.. after 30 minutes dumating na din sila.. Pero naboboring ako, sa sobrang pagka-boring ko.. INANTOK ako. zzZzZ. Paggising ko ayun na :) Madami na sila. 7.30 pa lang nagugutom na ko. So pagdating nina Lois and Marge, labas agad kami para mag-foodtrip. After 20minutes.... BURRRPP! :D solve! Busog na ulit :) When we came back at the courtyard sakto mgsstart na yung event :) Table Napkin Folding :) Participants sina Ehdina. Tita Mau and Jesi. Syempre supporters nila kami :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TUO7AFlSEEI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/hkDwCAUMHtE/s1600/DSCN9979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TUO7AFlSEEI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/hkDwCAUMHtE/s200/DSCN9979.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TUO7ZrUQrLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/pGhWrRy9468/s1600/DSCN9988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TUO7ZrUQrLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/pGhWrRy9468/s200/DSCN9988.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the Bubble Party, pumunta kami kna Beia to do our rituals :) Mag-aayos na kami! Ayun. Inaayusan ni Tita Mau si Lois ng Hair. Kami naman nina Ehds nakatanga lang. Tagal grabe. Sa sobrang tagal nila i decided to play with Kyra's Hair :) Yes. Ako yung nagkulot sknya bongga diba? Pagtapos ko xang ayusan ng hair. Siya naman nagayos ng akin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD &amp;amp; LAST EVENT: EXPLODE! THE CIH's White Bubble Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. Habang naghihintay matapos ang Bartending sa baba, nag-aayos pa rin kami. Ow wait. Special Mentions pa sila :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matet: For my Make-up&lt;br /&gt;Kyra: For my Hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Time to get dressed. Woo. Ang ikli talaga ng akin pero carry lang dapat. nakakahiya lang kse medyo andaming tao. Kinaya ko naman. :) Pila muna for registration and para mabigyan ng stub for Food and Mocktails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit? Hmm. Super White Micro-Mini Dress with Black Beaded Necklace and Black Wedges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TUO-GS5JnkI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RR_pmBELS0A/s1600/DSCN0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TUO-GS5JnkI/AAAAAAAAAqc/RR_pmBELS0A/s320/DSCN0049.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TUO-Tqu5XgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wnikVKfndVg/s1600/DSCN0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TUO-Tqu5XgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/wnikVKfndVg/s320/DSCN0053.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue? The CIH Courtyard :) Simula hanggang matapos kumakanta yung banda. Party Party talaga :0 Kaso ansakit na ng paa ko kse antaas-taas ng wedge ko. The result? 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My blog looked so boring so I decided to change my layout.. and &lt;i&gt;*tadaa!* &lt;/i&gt;here it is. :) I admit i'm that that professional in making layouts but I do know how to edit haha :D anyway i just want to update my diary cause it's been a long time since I last updated it. So since i'm making my blog post, i just wanna share what happened this day. Whew, I slept 2AM last night doing our concept paper, i'm a bit tired due to endless rehearsal :| Yes. ENDLESS REHEARSAL. But then again, same routine. I woke up early. TGIF. No! No! It's Friday. 3 hours for Culinary Nutrition as well as for Culinary Arts and Sciences Lecture. Damn. Boredom Hit me a hundred times. What i'm excited for is the cooking part :) *Orange Topped Chops* Yum! And then after the laboratory we are required to attend the REED CONCERT at the ULS. Woo! Go Friend! Minutes passed and the show started. At first, I was a BIT entertained. ....................................... A bit. Until I got bored which led to ZzZzZzzzZ. The venue was dark so I decided to lean my head on my Super Duper Ultra-Mega huge bag until I ZzzZzZzz :) I woke up because of the noise, their screams and that's when I found out that FRIEND was there! Yiee! I kept on shouting "Go Friend!" well that's my purpose of coming there, to see my favorite professor. :) What I love about his performance is when he sang "SUPERMAN". His voice was really smooth..relaxing.. awwwhh. Until he came down on the stairs, I thought he was going at our direction but NO. He went to the other side of the audience. And when he came back to the stage, We were surprised because he was carrying a baby. Maybe that was his. Don't you think it's heart warming? He's holding his child while singing and he ended the song with &lt;i&gt;" It's not easy to be...... FRIEND". &lt;/i&gt;Okay. So &lt;b&gt;FRIEND&lt;/b&gt; means little saint, for short Friend Of God. :)&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/672902712784266077-3861938306709052571?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3861938306709052571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=3861938306709052571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/3861938306709052571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/3861938306709052571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8805643149870324064</id><published>2010-12-12T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:02:37.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Party for Ehdina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Okayy. For the second time natuloy na rin tong party na to. Super paalam talaga ako pumayag lang si Mama HAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So,  ayun na. Kita-kita muna sa SM Bacoor 04:00 PM! Epal lang sina Marguret  04:45 na dumating. Tss. Ikot-ikot muna para humanap nag gift, then nauwe  rin kami sa notebook HAHA :D since mahilig si Ehdina sa notebooks edi  yun na lang :) *bongga*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Susunduin daw kami ni Josh sa  Zapote, so sakay naman kami wothout knowing kung ano bang itsura ng  lugar na yun. And yeah, nakarating kami ng safe badtrip nga lang, sa SM  Center niya na daw kami susunduin pero carry pa rin, sakay kami ng  Alabang. *blah blah blah* Ayun na si Josh maya-maya, yun na lakad na  papunta ng venue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*waaa!* nakakahiya, puro  churchmates nila yung andun. Nakakahiyang pumasok. it's almost 06:30  when we got there and yes. nakakaramdam na ko ng gutom kahit na kumain  naman ako ng Chicken Fillet, McFloat, French Fries and Caramel Sundae sa  McDo HAHA :D ang baboy kumain eh. Bongga yung Christmas Party nila kase  may pa-raffle haha the PRIZE? Cellphone lang naman :) To make the story  short number 21 ata yung nabunot oo naman 58 ako patawa e. Pero mas  nakakatuwa nung games, kung kelan ayoko nang mabunot yung number ko saka  naman ako nabunot sa PUKPOK PALAYOK *damn* nakapiring yung mata ko  grabe feeling ko ang close ng churchmates nila saka ako, they even  shouted me kung san ba yung direction ng palayok. Pero sayang HAHA :)  hangin yung napalo ko :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*SURPRISE!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Akala ni  Ehds uuwe na kami, di niya alam issurprise na namin xa. Grabe, ang  swerte niya kay Josh, talagang kinontact niya relatives ni Ehds para  lang makumpleto yung Party.... *hayyys* ako na napaiyak :'( paglabas ni  Ehds sinalubong siya ni Josh with matching candles sa dadaanan niya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*18 dance*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Puro ka-churchmates niya yung kasayaw niya then HULi si JOSH. The best talaga sila....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*18 messages*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ayun kasali na kami, nakakahiyang magsalita sa unahan. PAK. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Uuwi  na sana kami kaso may TACOS pa palang handa edi kainan muna *nomnom*  SARAPP :P pagtapos naming kumain uuwi na talaga SANA kami kaso  kakantahan pa raw ni Josh si Ehds. Edi yun pinanood muna namin  siya......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Josh never really sings, he is born to dance  which means DANCER siya. Piyok-piyok yung pagkanta niya but then naisip  ko, grabe talaga kahit di siya marunong kumanta ginawa niya para lang  kay Ehdina.. I admit naiyak talaga ako, lalo na sa kinanta ni Josh. T.T  anlamig lamig pa ng hangin. INGGET :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*pauwe*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fck.  Walang masakyang jeep anong petsa na. After 15 minutes pa ata kami  nakasakay nun. We part ways na except samin nina Lois and Tita Mau. :)  Ayun. at last IM HOME..... sleep na ko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-- Post ko lang yung kinanta ni Josh kay Ehdina..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cater 2 U*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Baby I See You Working Hard&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Let You Know I'm Proud,&lt;br /&gt;Let You Know That I Admire What You Do&lt;br /&gt;The More If I Need To Reassure You, My Life Would Be Purposeless Without You (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;If I Want It (Got It)&lt;br /&gt;When I Ask You (You Provide It)&lt;br /&gt;You Inspire Me To Be Better&lt;br /&gt;You Challenge Me For The Better&lt;br /&gt;Sit Back And Let Me Pour Out My Love Letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Help You&lt;br /&gt;Take Off Your Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Untie Your Shoestrings&lt;br /&gt;Take Off Your Cufflinks (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;What You Want To Eat Boo? (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Feed You&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Run Your Bathwater&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You Desire, I'll Aspire&lt;br /&gt;Sing You A Song&lt;br /&gt;Turn The Game On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Brush Your Hair&lt;br /&gt;Help Put Your Do Rag On&lt;br /&gt;Want A Foot Rub? (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You Want A Manicure?&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm Yours I Want To Cater To You Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Cause Baby This Is Your Day&lt;br /&gt;Do Anything For My Man&lt;br /&gt;Baby You Blow Me Away&lt;br /&gt;I Got Your Slippers, Your Dinner, Your Dessert, And So Much More&lt;br /&gt;Anything You Want Just Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Inspire Me From The Heart,&lt;br /&gt;Can't Nothing Tear Us Apart&lt;br /&gt;You're All I Want In A Man;&lt;br /&gt;I Put My Life In Your Hands&lt;br /&gt;I Got Your Slippers, Your Dinner, Your Dessert, And So Much More&lt;br /&gt;Anything You Want, I Want To Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;[Verse 2 Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm Happy You're Home,&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Hold You In My Arms&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want To Take The Stress Away From You&lt;br /&gt;Making Sure That I'm Doing My Part (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Boy Is There Something You Need Me To Do (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;If You Want It (I Got It)&lt;br /&gt;Say The Word (I Will Try It)&lt;br /&gt;I Know Whatever I'm Not Fulfilling (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Another Woman Is Willing (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Going To Fulfill Your Mind, Body, And Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Promise You (Promise You)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep Myself Up (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Remain The Same Chick (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You Fell In Love With (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep It Tight, I'll Keep My Figure Right&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep My Hair Fixed, Keep Rocking The Hottest Outfits&lt;br /&gt;When You Come Home Late Tap Me On My Shoulder, I'll Roll Over&lt;br /&gt;Baby I Heard You, I'm Here To Serve You (I'm Lovin It, I'm Lovin It)&lt;br /&gt;If It's Love You Need, To Give It Is My Joy&lt;br /&gt;All I Want To Do, Is Cater To You Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;[Bridge Michelle]&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Give You My Breath, My Strength, My Will To Be Here&lt;br /&gt;That's The Least I Can Do,&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Through The Good (Good)&lt;br /&gt;The Bad (Through The Bad)&lt;br /&gt;The Ups And The Downs (Ups And Downs)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Still Be Here For You&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're Beautiful (You're Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;I Love The Way You Are (You Are)&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill Your Every Desire (Desire)&lt;br /&gt;Your Wish Is My Command (Command)&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Cater To My Man&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart (Your Heart)&lt;br /&gt;So Pure Your Love Shines Through(Shines Through)&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness We'll Get Through (So Much)&lt;br /&gt;So Much Of Me Is You (Is You)&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Cater To My Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;[Chorus Out]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8805643149870324064?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8805643149870324064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8805643149870324064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8805643149870324064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8805643149870324064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/12/surprise-party-for-ehdina.html' title='Surprise Party for Ehdina'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-5014584193818375443</id><published>2010-11-05T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:49:34.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Thing'/><title type='text'>Ayoko ng Enrollment Day :|</title><content type='html'>Sobrang aga ko nagising. Di ako nakatulog ng maayos and to my surprise ampangit ng mata ko. Mukhang kinagat ng ipis&lt;i&gt; FUUUU!&lt;/i&gt; I went at Beia's Place kase masyado pang maaga, sa jeep pa lang naBBV na ko. Si Kuya makikitabi na lang kung makatingin wala ng bukas how I wish na sana lumipad na yung jeep kina Beia. Kadeeree. :| . Well, nakarating naman ako ng ligtas sa kanila. And after a minute of gossips eh nagpunta na rin kami sa school and sakto nakita na rin namin si Lois. Grabe. Di na ko sanay maglakad, hiningal ako on our way to CBA, then the two saw him. &lt;i&gt;So What?!&lt;/i&gt; Deadma lang as if namang kinikilig pa ko . Ang aga-aga nasa CR na agad kami. HAHA :"&amp;gt; Then we went at CBA to get our registration forms, sabi ni Manong sa Third Floor daw, oo naman pag-akyat namin walang tao lahat sila nasa Second Floor. Tss, mga matatanda talaga oh :D. After getting our registration forms pupunta na kami ng Admin para makabayad na and hellyeah di kami makahingi ng stub kay manong guard cause he's busy talking over the microphone. &lt;i&gt;Manong pansinin mo kamee!&lt;/i&gt;. Sa sobrang deadma king ni Manong tinext na lang ni Beia yung Daddy niya para macontact yung frined niya sa Pagawaan ng I.D sabi ng Dad niya punta lang daw kami dun. Oo naman akala namin makakabayad na kami aba BUSY daw xa. Infairness kamukha niya si PNOY :P&lt;i&gt; Sssh!&lt;/i&gt; Wala na kaming choice kundi pumila ulit at kumuha ng STUB. Misfortune strikes again, Yung number nasa 100+ pa lang pero yung Stub Number namin 700+ &lt;i&gt;Geez!&lt;/i&gt; After 10 dinosaur years nagtext ulit Daddy ni Beia, pumunta daw kami sa Purchasing para makabayad and YEAH. PARTY-PARTY! Enrolled na kami. Punta na kami ng sa pagawaan ng I.D para malagyan ng Sticker. And MISFORTUNE STRIKES AGAIN. Hindi pa ko taposss! Na sa kin pa yung Yellow&amp;amp;Pink Paper na dapat nasa Cashier! Ugggh! I need to go back to that EFFING COUNTER 12 just to validate my REGISTRATION FORM! Sa kamalasan ko ULIT. Lunchbreak yung COUNTER12 so I don't have any choice but to wait for it to open again :( Ayoko na may paltos na yung dalawang paa ko plus the pain from my TWO INGROWNS . GOD. I need a miracle. MALAS! Yung I.D ko naipit pa sa canal and I even shouted "YUNG I.D KOOOO!" to the rescue naman sina Beia and she helped me to get my I.D IDK but I'm wondering why all of them are staring at us. Parang nagsisimula na kong mahiya . SORRY :).After eating UNHEALTHY FOODS courtesy of Square we decided to get back to COUNTER12 and YEHEY! Open na sya pero nakakapamura talaga kasi ang haba ng pila. I was so desperate kaya naman hinarangan ko na yung likod ko haha I looked like a crazy one but who cares basta ma-validate lang to okay na ko :D. After 10 minutes....5 minutes.. BENG! ENROLLED na ko BLEH! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home akala ko okay na. Di na ko malas, then suddenly this UNEXPECTED RAIN began falling. Sabi ko huwag kang lalakas please lang. Nakisundo naman xa, pero kung kelan malapit na ko saka naman niya nilabas yung full powers niya. Gaaaa! We were soaking wet. Pagbaba ko ng Tricycle ayaw pa rin niyang huminto, naiiyak na ko :( Nilalamig na talaga ko. BOTTOMLINE? Eto. Sinisipon and not feeling well.Ang ini-init ng mata ko. thanks to the rain, habang nanunuod ako ng Gossip Girl tulo ng tulo yung sipon ko Errrrrr! And super thank you sa SWEET LIFE kase ginawa niyo nanaman akong bitter, pinakita nyo nanaman skin yung VIDEO nina Heart and Daniel alam nyo namang AYOKO makakita ng ganun. Alam namang inggitera ako :'( Ayan. Di nanaman maalis sa isip ko yung video :/ kasalan nyo to. Well. Kita-kita na lang sa November 9 :) Sleep na ko, sana paggising ko okay na ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-5014584193818375443?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/5014584193818375443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=5014584193818375443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5014584193818375443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5014584193818375443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/11/ayoko-ng-enrollment-day.html' title='Ayoko ng Enrollment Day :|'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-3514071890426688066</id><published>2010-10-28T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:49:34.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Thing'/><title type='text'>Swim like there's no tomorrow :)</title><content type='html'>Ugh! Second day ng swimming pero hindi pa rin kami natuto ni Lois lumangoy . Well thanks to Beia, Tita Mau and DOG!(Ralph) for patiently teaching us kahit napakahirap nmaing turuan :) And also kay Betchay na Photographer namin that time Hehe :"&amp;gt; Nakarating kami 09:30? And simula nun nagpakalunod kami hanggang 04:30 and the result? SUPER SUNBURN. Nakakaines, an g itim ko na nga tas umitim pa ko lalo pero okay lang carry pa rin naman :) Sarap-sarap pa ng foods namin JOLLIBEE *nomnom* tapos steak dala ni Tita Mau tapos Boy Bawang na ako lang yung kumain Haha :D Lima lang kaming ngswimming pero ayos pa rin :) Galing magturo nina Tita Mau and Beia, sadyang SLOW lang talaga kami ni Lois &lt;i&gt;err!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Si Dog kawawa eh :) next time kase wag sasali pag nag-gigirl talk kame nagisa ka tuloy namin :P Well, pagtapos ng swimming kitang-kitang yung kaitiman namin ni Lois grabe! Nakakapagod . Yung ingrown ko sakit2 ilang beses natatamaan nina Dog Tssss. HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TMllIBG6tfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/x6EjFiu_2UA/s1600/DSCN9821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TMllIBG6tfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/x6EjFiu_2UA/s320/DSCN9821.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-3514071890426688066?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3514071890426688066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=3514071890426688066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/3514071890426688066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/3514071890426688066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/10/swim-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='Swim like there&apos;s no tomorrow :)'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TMllIBG6tfI/AAAAAAAAAVs/x6EjFiu_2UA/s72-c/DSCN9821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-2640880762525255318</id><published>2010-10-27T13:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:49:34.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Thing'/><title type='text'>First Semester :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TMe43jeTrzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FgdeEDBucpA/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TMe43jeTrzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FgdeEDBucpA/s400/Untitled.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So. I'm happy with the results :) Pasado MATH! Yea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-2640880762525255318?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/2640880762525255318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=2640880762525255318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/2640880762525255318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/2640880762525255318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-semester.html' title='First Semester :))'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TMe43jeTrzI/AAAAAAAAAVc/FgdeEDBucpA/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8370321092460497941</id><published>2010-10-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:30:38.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain, why don't you just go away? :(</title><content type='html'>“He broke up with you, right? After telling you he loved you and calling you pet names like baby and cutie? Yeah, I know he lavished you in compliments, only to put himself down so you would stroke his fakely low ego. Did he tell you that you were beautiful? I bet he promised you a personalized song. Or maybe he’d always mention how he was lying in bed and wished you were there. He dragged “I love you” out of you, didn’t he? Yeah, don’t deny it. He would talk to you last thing at night and first thing in the morning. He constantly mentioned losing sleep over you, every night, but we both know he slept like a rock. He made you love pictures that were just sort of “bleh” before. Did you delete those pictures after he broke your heart? Yeah, me too. All of your friends hate him now, don’t they? Remember how happy they were for you? They warned you. Just remember, it’s okay to cry. And referring to him as “asshole” is perfectly expected. Because, trust me, you’ll end up talking about him just as often, if not more, than before the break up. There will be the “one time”s and the “I remember”s, and once you think you’re over him, watch out. You better keep your eyes closed in the hallways, because I promise you, the next time you see him, he’ll be all over some other girl. A little part of you will want to warn her, but nobody will blame you for hating her and for blaming her for your pain. Yeah, you’ll compare all guys to him, because aside from the man-whorish, heart-breaker thing, he was perfect. He was everything you had ever wanted. Or maybe you made that up. Maybe, the second he started to show interest, you made up this perfect guy in your head, and he just happened to be just like him. Listen, you will find the perfect guy for you just like everybody says you will, and it will be soon. Okay, so I didn’t believe it either, but I’m starting to.The most important thing though is don’t let him know he hurt you. Don’t let him know he could have you back in a heartbeat. Don’t give him that satisfaction. Make him think you’re completely happy. When he decides to wave at you like nothing ever happened, wave back, sure. But don’t smile. Make him think he meant as little to you, as you obviously meant to him.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sad Evening :( Sabog na utak ko sa Like We Used to, kanina ko pa siya pinapakinggan. Sasabayan pa ng Faber Drive's When I'm With You. Tss, Sembreak why are you so long?Di na ko makapag-open up sa BLERM,&lt;em&gt;Gaash&lt;/em&gt; here I am again :( nagmomoment nanaman ako &lt;em&gt;My friends keep telling me it only hurts a little while &lt;/em&gt;eh bakit hanggang ngayon nasasaktan pa rin ako?Itutulog ko na lang to. &lt;em&gt;Dear Pillow, Sorry for the tears &lt;/em&gt;ikaw lagi taga-salo ng mga iyak ko, SORRY :( God. Please take my heart away or please give it to someone who can LOVE me for REAL :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8370321092460497941?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8370321092460497941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8370321092460497941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8370321092460497941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8370321092460497941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/10/pain-why-dont-you-just-go-away.html' title='Pain, why don&apos;t you just go away? :('/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-172722281408160438</id><published>2010-10-12T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:28:13.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the man I'm gonna love someday..</title><content type='html'>I will admit that sometimes I really do wonder if you exist. There is a part of every little girl's heart that envisions her Prince Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sixteen years into this life, however, and still unwilling to give my heart away, I am still that same little girl who hopes for her Prince Charming. And although I wonder why it has taken you this long to sweep me off my feet and whisk me off to your palace on horseback, I know it is probably because meeting you will be better than any fairytale I could have read as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A couple of heartbreaks and a few years wiser though, I will admit that there are times when I question you're existence. Because I have yet to meet the guy who makes me hear songs like " All my Life" or "Destiny" in my head when I see him.&lt;br /&gt;I may already know you or may still meet you someday---something I leave completely up to God because I'm pretty sure our story will be epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; However, I can't promise you that I'd make the world's most perfect princess. In fact, I'll probably keep you on your toes and amuse you with my eccentricities. I'll probably steal a bunch of your T-shirts and turn them into shirt dresses, or drive you slightly mad with my obsessive compulsitivity and my need to fix your collar constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can promise to be your bestfriend however, that person you can rant to after a rough day, the hand you can hold when you get sad, or the person you can text when situations get awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll probably mess up your hair sometimes and hug you for too long, but that'll only be because I absolutely adore you. I'll bury my head on your shoulder during scary movies and make you feel like superman when you kill those flying cockroaches that really shouldn't exist. I'll cook your favorite food on your birthday and try my best to make friends with your Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll respect your night-outs with the boys and make you seem like the perfect guy to my barkada. I'll watch basketball or soccer games with you, and not complain when you cheer too loudly at the TV set.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll know the difference between giving you space and being constantly there for you--even if it means sitting and playing video games with you or taking hot chocolate runs when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll listen to your music and we'll go on epic adventures together--seeing the world, taking awesome pictures, eating delicious foods, and never run out of things to tell each other along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I won't be waiting for you to sweep me off my feet and take me on a magic carpet ride, because I know I won't need anything like that to fall for you--I will love you for YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You will be that someone to make goofy faces with in pictures, to lace fingers with when I'm lonely, and to take long walks under the stars on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You'll be the guy who takes me the way I am-- and will laugh as I burst into watching Tom and Jerry or pick out pink wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You'll be that someone I envision a future with--us filling out Visa forms as we travel the universe, picking out our first dog together and arguing about what to name it, or being snap-happy stage parents in our Pre-schooler's annual mini-plays. And I keep hoping that maybe someday when we find each other, you will become that someone whose smile I wake up to in the morning and the last one I speak to every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, to the man I know does exist, and who will help me maybe make sense of the world someday, this man I can't wait to love. Please know that I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. But for now, I wait. Fingers crossed and palms held together, I hope that you're out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Love,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-172722281408160438?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/172722281408160438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=172722281408160438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/172722281408160438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/172722281408160438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-man-im-gonna-love-someday.html' title='To the man I&apos;m gonna love someday..'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8324120083835997399</id><published>2010-09-24T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:49:34.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Thing'/><title type='text'>Hula. KTS</title><content type='html'>Friday :) September 24, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nako . may FOOD SAFETY nanaman kame tss. :o as usual , ano pa bang bago? drawing2 sa yellow pad, kwentuhan kami ni Aina , &lt;i&gt;ETC.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun na , tapos na rin yung BiO , derecho kami sa&lt;i&gt; TOWN OF&amp;nbsp; STUDENTS&lt;/i&gt; , dun kami kumain&amp;nbsp; blah blah blah :D wala ako sa mood magkwento pero sige lang . haha, nka-headset naman ako then maya-maya lumabas sila, yun pala nagpapahula , ee wala nga ko sa mood nun&amp;nbsp; pero na-curious ako , kaya nung tinawag nila ko pumayag na ko magpahula .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;( habang nagpapahula ) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATE:&lt;/b&gt; Hm , &lt;i&gt;(looking at my right palm)&lt;/i&gt; Hindi maganda to, panget yang lalaking yan&lt;i&gt; ( talking about my lovelife )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AKO:&lt;/b&gt; whaat? sino kaya tinutukoy ni ate? hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATE&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;(looking at my left palm)&lt;/i&gt; Kung maniniwala ka sken , 3 magiging asawa mo , ang&lt;b&gt; UNA &lt;/b&gt;, mamamatay , yung &lt;b&gt;PANGALAWA&lt;/b&gt; maghihiwalay kayo , yung&lt;b&gt; PANGATLO&lt;/b&gt; mo, dun ka yayaman&amp;nbsp; pero matanda xa kesa sayo ,seseryosohin mo yung pangatlo mo . basta sa ngayon , wag kang magtitiwala agad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AKO&lt;/b&gt;: (wandering) hala .... kawawa una kong mapapangasawa :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- edi pumasok nko sa loob ng kainan , d ako mka-getover kay ate , dko malaman kung nangangabog ba o ano pero xge lang GO lang ako kay ate. maya-maya nagpakita sila beia ng PICTURE ng mga crush nila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEIA&lt;/b&gt;: ( pinakita si crush nia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATE: &lt;/b&gt;oo makakatuluyan mo siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARGE:&lt;/b&gt; (pinakita si AJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ATE: &lt;/b&gt;magkakatuluyan kayo pero maaga siyang mamamatay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AKO: &lt;/b&gt;(pinakita picture ni CRUSH)&lt;br /&gt;ATE: nako . hindi mgging kayo kasi may iba xang gusto&lt;br /&gt;AKO: ( picture naman ni ** pnakita ko )&lt;br /&gt;ATE: ay hindi rin , wag ka jan PALIKERO&amp;nbsp; yan, 3 uyab(syota) nyan&lt;br /&gt;AKO: huhuh SINONG ASAWA KO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sa Tuesday na lang ulit sabi ni ate haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KTS naman.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booring yung simula ,.no kwents haha :D nag-perform yung EEVEE , inaantay ko yung GUSTO KO LANG NG GIRLFRIEND haha tapos LETTER DAY STORY yung sunod . rakrakan sila haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may lalaking umakyat sa stage saying SORRY to his girl and telling the world that he can't live without her with matching &lt;b&gt;BOUQUET &lt;/b&gt;pa (tama ba spelling?)&amp;nbsp; ah grabe tulo ng luha ko potek , hagulgol ako sa ingget grabe talaga yun dko kinaya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos ayun na , binigla nila kami. naglabasan yung mga GWAPO , hayup d ako prepared sa mga nangyayari haha nagsusumayaw sila ng MAN MAN HA NI dun si Lois paker kung maka-tili parang wala ng bukas&amp;nbsp; yung nasa likod ko pkiramdam ko sisipain nko haha :D oo naman pagtapos nun sina tita mau ayaw paawat, gusto pa ng picture kasama yung MODEL na GWAPO .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tita Mau:&lt;/b&gt; Gusto ko mag-papicture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ako&lt;/b&gt;: Uwe na tayoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lois&lt;/b&gt;: Sige tara pa-picture tayo, sama ka dali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ako&lt;/b&gt;: Yoko , kayo na lang nahihiya ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- oo naman , nsa bleacher ako nagbabantay ng gamit nila . nilalamig nko ng sobra pkiramdam ko any moment mangingisay ako sa lamig, habang yung dalawa parang tuod , 10 years bago makalapit daun sa target nila haha, tapos nung lumapit si tita mau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tita Mau&lt;/b&gt;: Ahm Kuya, pwede mag-papicture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si Kuya:&lt;/b&gt; Pwede mamaya nlng? May kausap pa ksi ako eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oo naman , mga 3 minutes na ata kaming ngantay e parang ayaw niya naman atang mag-papicture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AKO&lt;/b&gt;: Uwe na tayoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lois:&lt;/b&gt; Taena tara na nga feeling gwapo eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tita Mau&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;(tahimik)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- and the rest was history . nitatamad na ko mgtype hahah :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8324120083835997399?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8324120083835997399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8324120083835997399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8324120083835997399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8324120083835997399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/09/hula-kts.html' title='Hula. KTS'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-1987222472215578331</id><published>2010-09-19T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:48:12.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS is how i feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;i&gt;He’s taking you for granted because he knows you like him a lot.He  doesn’t want you to leave simply because he still needs you…. but that  doesn’t mean he loves you, those are two different things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now wake up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's all in my head this day . Dapat POSITIVE ako pero ang hirap, ang hirap hirap , hindi ko naman alam kung anong nangyayare , minahal nya ba talaga ko o baka nga kailangan niya lang ako. Pero kahit ano pa man , nasaktan pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not a "hot" girl, I will probably never turn you on, or take your  breath away, or impress your friends with the way I look... But I can  make you laugh and make you feel wanted, and sometimes I can be really  freaking cute. I really wish that could be enough. Just once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sabi niya mahal niya ko . tanggap niya lahat ng imperfections ko .ramdam ko naman, EMOTIONALLY. Hindi ko alam kung anong mali skin, kahit naman isang oras lang ng araw niya yung hinihingi ko eh , is that too much to ask for? Gulong-gulo ako :( wala akong mapagsabihan nito, wala dito yung TRUE friends ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I learned to lie at some point because I realized that not everyone deserves to know the truth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oo, nagsinungaling pa ko. Para mabawasan naman yung mga nagsasabing tanga ako, alam kong mali yung ginawa ko , akala ko naman kasi mangyayari talaga yun pero sobrang imposible talaga. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want a guy who would NEVER get tired of saying “I love you”. The one  who hugs me when I’m jealous. The one who wipes my tears whenever I cry.  The one who holds my hand when I am thinking deeply. The one who makes  me burst laughter when I tend to frown. The one who never lets a day  pass by without me. The one who'll let me wear big shirts and still  calls me beautiful. The one who'll do anything just to let me feel that I  am his world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;/i&gt;Akala ko siya na yung tinutukoy dito, lahat pala sa AKALA lang, nadala ko masyado sa mga sinabi niya .sa mga promises niya SA LAHAT-LAHAT, pero hindi naman ako nagsisisi na nangyari to, ginusto ko rin naman to and for 6months naranasan ko ulit magmahal , and I admit it hanggang ngayon yung HURT ,yung LOVE andito pa ren ♥ it takes time para maka-recover ulit ako.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panalo xa kasi nakuha niya yung puso ko, pero ill do my best para mabawi sa kanya yun :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-1987222472215578331?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/1987222472215578331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=1987222472215578331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/1987222472215578331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/1987222472215578331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-how-i-feel.html' title='THIS is how i feel'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-3973501883659256053</id><published>2010-09-08T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:05:16.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless Birthday Treat ni Kyra sa SM Dasma :)</title><content type='html'>August 18 naman talaga ang birthday ni Kyradale Gerona , kaso masyadong hectic ang mga schedule namin kaya naman hindi natuloy yung &lt;i&gt;treat&lt;/i&gt; nya SANA sa Tagaytay, sabi nanga ba eh :) ganda na ng plano , tapos hindi natuloy Haha! :"&amp;gt; so ayun , nauwi ang celebration sa kinatatakutang SM Dasma&lt;i&gt; a.k.a&lt;/i&gt; SM Pala-Pala hehe. Syempre mahaba-habang journey muna ang ginawa namin bago kami nakapunta ng SM .&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; UNA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, sinubok ng mataas na sikat ng araw ang beauty naming tatlo ni Marge, Ako at ni Kyrababy , di nakapag-exam si&amp;nbsp; Kyra sa Food Safety so kaylangan naming mag-punta sa&lt;i&gt; ADMIN &lt;/i&gt;paa kunin ang permit ng friend ng ate niya at kumuha ng&lt;b&gt; SPECIAL PERMIT&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So, akala namin okay na , but darn! pupunta pa kami ng COS para puntahan si Ms.Papa sa &lt;i&gt;headquarters &lt;/i&gt;niya Haha! xD grabeng haggardness to the 10th power kami :) pero keri pa rin, nagsisimula ng mag-FLIPTOP mga bulate namin that time so todo text na kami kina Beia para makalamon na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sa SM Dasma)&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, were hoping na sana nga safe kaming makalabas sa Mall na yun , First Stop? KFC :D eto na to, lamon na! The Food? Isang bucket ng Chicken jalo-halo yun, original and spicy whoaaa, sobrang nakakapula ng mukha yung anghang, grabeng pawis lumabas sa katawan ko nun ahaha :D syempre di kami nakuntento sa isang rice lang, kaylangan may&lt;b&gt; EXTRA RICE&lt;/b&gt; para bongga :3 ayun, grabe yung drinks namin uber TALL ahaha plus Mashed Potato pa , pde na nga kami sumali sa &lt;i&gt;THE BIGGEST LOSER&lt;/i&gt; sa sobrang laki ng tyan namin eh ano kung gumala kami ng malaki ang tyan sa SM? sabi nga ni Bro.Mario "&lt;i&gt; I am UNIQUE, I am Different, WE can make a positive difference&lt;/i&gt;" oh diba, para lang kaming mga buteteng umahon para manggulo sa SM Haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ng mala-bakbakan naming pagkain sa &lt;i&gt;finger-lickin good &lt;/i&gt;na KFC ay nagpasya kaming 5 na gumala para naman matunawan kami kahit papano, ayun, window shopping kami, tingin doon, tingin dito laitan doon, laitan dito, Si Kyrababy tae gusto yatang bilhin lahat ng tinda ng SM , aba eh wala nga kaming mga pera &lt;i&gt;purita mirasol &lt;/i&gt;nga kami Haha XD. Nagtagal lang kami sa Blue Magic para lang mag-ilusyon na sana may magbibigay samin ng stuffed toy huhu :( dramahan mode kami pero keri pa rin, sobrang natuwa kami sa &lt;i&gt;taeng&lt;/i&gt; laruan grabe, siksikan kami sa lahat ng shop na pupuntahan namin . Pati mga hanger nasasagi na namin haha tapos eto pang si Lois pi-picture daw sa &lt;i&gt;can't remember the name of the shop &lt;/i&gt;ahaha pahiya siya isa't kalahati nung sinabi nung saleslady na bawal mag-picture haha labas kaming 5 eh c:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagod na kami. we decided to part ways PERO, nung palabas na kami sa SM nakita namin yung sasakyan ng TV Patrol , sa sobrang kainosentehan ni Kyrababy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyra : Tara pa-interview tayo!&lt;br /&gt;Rona&amp;amp;Lois: Tae, mamaya mapanood pa kami ng mga nanay namin tae lagot-lagutan kami :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day :))&lt;br /&gt;Teka? Sinu-sino bang mga kasama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Kyra -- The Birthday Girl&lt;br /&gt;• Lois&lt;br /&gt;• Rona&lt;br /&gt;• Beia-- na umuwi agad ( eat-and-run ) :D&lt;br /&gt;• Marge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIdfLNCn7jI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UKm3LofiObE/s1600/DSC03647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIdfLNCn7jI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UKm3LofiObE/s320/DSC03647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-3973501883659256053?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/3973501883659256053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=3973501883659256053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/3973501883659256053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/3973501883659256053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/09/fearless-birthday-treat-ni-kyra-sa-sm.html' title='Fearless Birthday Treat ni Kyra sa SM Dasma :)'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIdfLNCn7jI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UKm3LofiObE/s72-c/DSC03647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-9157321305054635691</id><published>2010-09-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:56:02.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet The Spartans :D</title><content type='html'>So, sino nga bang mga tao ang nakakasama ko sa La Salle E-VERI-DAY? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Beia Mantillas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDjjuU0nUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/yH9j0jmqkDo/s1600/37772_1324983534941_1541462918_30736942_6865127_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDjjuU0nUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/yH9j0jmqkDo/s320/37772_1324983534941_1541462918_30736942_6865127_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- Huwag mo siyang tawaging Beia , &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Beiamon&lt;/span&gt; ang itawag mo sa kanya haha JOKES ;) Sino ba si Beia? Hmm?She's the kid(haha bata?!) whose inlove with &lt;i&gt;Mickey &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, Ano pa ba?&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; RUNNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; daw siya sabi ni Ehdinabelles yun nga lang naglo-lock ang kanyang magic tuhod haha :D peace beiapots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Lois Charlotte Rono (Ron-yo)( Loisybelles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDl8ahWrvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YL7cAnJQIR4/s1600/38922_1238265936036_1810917712_487397_1382492_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDl8ahWrvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YL7cAnJQIR4/s320/38922_1238265936036_1810917712_487397_1382492_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- okk so takpan na po natin ang ating mga tenga at huwag hayaang mabasag ang eardrums sa lakas ng boses ng babaeng ito haha :D si Lois? Mini wangwang ang bunganga niyan haha di&amp;nbsp; niya alam ang salitang &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;BULONG&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hehe, anyway , mahilig siya sa color &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; , she's crazily inlove with this-dumb-guy Reazaldy Reyes (peace) haha ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Ehdina Herson Tindoy ( Ehdinabelles )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDoy10KCSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/58Sc8-1ZcG4/s1600/47512_1434577420826_1124646673_31177196_500013_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDoy10KCSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/58Sc8-1ZcG4/s320/47512_1434577420826_1124646673_31177196_500013_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-- LALALALA XD Spell her name : &lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;D-A-N-C-E-R&lt;/i&gt; oh sige ikaw na dancer haha , This girl loves BLACK, but I think she loves Manong Josh more than anything else , asawa niya yun eh :D Si Ehdina palagi siyang patawa grabe with matching &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Super&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Ugly Facial Expression pa&lt;/span&gt; :"&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Margaret Anne Curay ( Tinkerbelle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDsQrm2ErI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gL13H1MeJRs/s1600/34896_1433429967261_1578275596_31001869_6210799_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDsQrm2ErI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gL13H1MeJRs/s320/34896_1433429967261_1578275596_31001869_6210799_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Marjuret! Haha , isa pa to eh , inlove masyado kay Mr. AJ nako nako . :D Peroo , wag kayong kokontra&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;CHIX&lt;/span&gt; yan bah , contestant ng Ms.Subic yan partner pa sila ni Tatay Jheo :) Si Margaret ang source namin pagdating sa Math ,&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Pag may MARJURET ka, wala kang talo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; XD haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Ann Christine Mapalad ( Tinabelles )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDmqmm7vEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0x8lZCrcBQg/s1600/35971_143217745696067_100000235260266_321293_825738_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDmqmm7vEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0x8lZCrcBQg/s320/35971_143217745696067_100000235260266_321293_825738_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Tinapots! Haha . Seatmate ko sa English yan bah , Palage ko siyang napapahiya lalo na sa Jeep , tawa dito tawa doon . May pattern kasi yan . Una tinginan muna . tapos matatawa kayo bigla kasi mukha kayong natatae sa pagpipigil niyo ng tawa hehe :D anyways .&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; i love tinapots&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Kyradale Gerona ( Kyrababy ) haha XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDnOtXx-hI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UwZTHCY1uv0/s1600/25614_1157128708269_1829297549_316029_6651943_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDnOtXx-hI/AAAAAAAAAPY/UwZTHCY1uv0/s320/25614_1157128708269_1829297549_316029_6651943_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Partner sila ni Lois haha napaka-iingay pero enjoy pa rin , hindi makulay ang buhay pag walang maingay haha, nako, speaking of Kyrababy super Prangka to the 10th power yan haha , kahit bastos yung words keri lang , bakit ba ... hindi maarte sa pagkain yan , sabi nga nia &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Ok lang , itatae mo rin naman yan ee "&lt;/span&gt; wahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Leslie Solon ( Twinkle )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDuHWT3m_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/eGnw_cMBE9w/s1600/39902_152436334767802_100000043108125_462444_491312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDuHWT3m_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/eGnw_cMBE9w/s320/39902_152436334767802_100000043108125_462444_491312_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-- ayaw niya ng Leslie , gusto TWINKLE, choooosy haha :D Di matatapos ang araw pag di niya hawak ang kanyang magic blue &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;CHERRY MOBILE&lt;/span&gt; :) text addict? pwede pwede :) Rich-Kid daw, daw hehe si Leslie naman ay mabuting nilalang, wala naman akong masasabi sa ginintuan niyang ugali bukod sa napakalakas na sigaw sa loob ng classroom " WAN-WAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S HRM 11 kami :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-9157321305054635691?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/9157321305054635691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=9157321305054635691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/9157321305054635691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/9157321305054635691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/09/meet-spartans-d.html' title='Meet The Spartans :D'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/TIDjjuU0nUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/yH9j0jmqkDo/s72-c/37772_1324983534941_1541462918_30736942_6865127_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-357256211223994266</id><published>2010-08-18T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:05:03.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing :)</title><content type='html'>Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies when you're having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLEGE na pala ko take note : capital C :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anu nga ba ko date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST YEAR :: Napakasipag kong bata nun , lahat ng libro dala ko , ako yung batang naglalakad sa C-Building na may bagpack na malaki pa sa kin , Ako yung batang walang ginawa kundi makipaghabulan sa mga kaklase ko at walang pakialam kahit nililipad na ng hangin yung palda nya at nakikita na ng iba yung underwear ko . HAHA :D ako yung batang diretso sa bahay pagtapos ng school. Yung super CURIOUS kung pano ba ngiging color BLUE ung red litmus paper ni Maam Sarreal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND YEAR :: Excited ako palaging pumasok dahil sa isang reason : MAKITA KO YUNG CRUSH KO (Paolo Villa), medyo nagdadalaga na ko dito kasi ngka-crush nako haha :) natuto na kong iwan mga libro ko at wala akong pake kung pagalitan ako ng teacher ko dahil sobrang ang ingay namin (jhez,chelle) ako yung babaeng ang meryenda ay palaging HALO-HALO at SIOMAI . Na-discover ko din ang LOTUS , at natuto akong mag-cutting class dahil sa isang suitor na papakasalan daw ako :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD YEAR :: Ayun , baba ng grades ko nung 2nd Year . Bumawi ako . Ako yung babaeng makikita mo minsan sa galaan pero libro ang kausap pag uwi sa bahay. Ako yung babaeng maaga umaalis ng bahay para mag-almusal sa bahay nina Sherina :) haha ako yung natatakot na pumasok ng Chemistry kasi baka tawagin ako ni Sr.Grepo na nakakatakot pag tumingin . Ako yung maaga pumasok pero LATE sa Math :) Natuto akong sumayaw . Di ko na alam ang salitang BAGPACK kasi sosyal nako ahaha SHOULDER BAG na gamit ko nun .. ang laman? isang bolpen na&amp;nbsp; malapit ng mawalan ng tinta , isang notebook na gusot , pulbo ng nanay ko at suklay na tig-bente pesos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH YEAR :: Super Exciting. May CAT &amp;amp; PROM na . Ako yung babaeng nakikita mo palge sa CR ng D-Building . Natuto nakong mambara haha XD Ako yung nakikita mong pagtapos ng CAT eh nasa NARRA at&amp;nbsp; nagtutumambay sa bahay nila BEK . Ako yung batang papasok sa Math pero pag-upo makikipagdaldalan sa seatmate ko na si Tupas . Ako yung pag Filipino eh anlakas lakas ng tawa sa likuran at pag natawag eh walang maisagot , natuto akong maglagay ng LIPGLOSS na hayop sa pagkapula haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then ngayon ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLEGE na&amp;nbsp; ko haha . NEW school . NEW friends . NEW hairstyle ehem :&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-357256211223994266?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/357256211223994266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=357256211223994266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/357256211223994266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/357256211223994266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/08/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing :)'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-274575605438096801</id><published>2010-06-24T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:09:57.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hayyy</title><content type='html'>I don’t understand how you can smile all day long but cry yourself to sleep at night. How pictures never change but the people in them do. How your best friend can become your worst enemy, or how strange it is when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. How forever turns into a few short months that you’d do almost anything to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn’t live without. How even though you know something is best for you, it just hurts the same. How the people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much to spare. How people make promises despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. How people can erase you from their lives just because it’s easier than working things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-274575605438096801?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/274575605438096801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=274575605438096801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/274575605438096801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/274575605438096801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/06/hayyy.html' title='hayyy'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-6191228836921735417</id><published>2010-06-16T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:26:16.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling .</title><content type='html'>She yells because she cares; she cries because she’s frustrated. She randomly smiles because she’s thinking of you, even if you’re already there. She scrunches her face because she’s about to explode, not because she’s constipated. She hits you because she wants to touch you. She stares at you because she’s infatuated. She calls every half hour because she misses you. She lectures you because she’s boss, not mom. She kisses you because she just wants to. She asks you questions because she’s curious, not to be annoying. She wants to know where you are to be with you. She calls just to hear your voice. She walks beside you to hold your hand. She sits close to you to lean on your shoulder. She stands in front of you because she wants a hug. Just face it boy; she’s in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-6191228836921735417?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/6191228836921735417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=6191228836921735417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6191228836921735417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/6191228836921735417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/06/feeling.html' title='Feeling .'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-1019874739288172555</id><published>2010-06-12T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:24:30.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna :x</title><content type='html'>i want a boy who will move the hair away from my eyes, and then kiss me. who will hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous. a boy who will sing to me at random moments. who lets me sleep on his chest. i want a guy who will tell his family and friends all about me. bring me soup or orange juice when i'm sick. i want a boy who is more goofy than romantic, but knows the right things to say at the right times. i want a boy who will call me 3 times a day if he went away. a boy who will apologize for calling too much, and no matter how many times i tell him its okay, he'd still do it. a boy who will let me gossip to him and just smile and agree with everything i say. a boy who will throw stuffed animals at me when i acted dumb and then jump on me and kiss me a million times. who will bet kisses on who could beat who on at game. who makes fun of me just to make me laugh. a boy who will surprise me with 25 cent ring and we could have contest of how far we can spit our gum. who will take me to the park, put his hands around my waist and give me big bear hugs all the time. a boy who will kiss my neck, just to have a reason to tell me how much he loves my new perfume. i want a boy who, at night, who will dance in his pajamas with me. a boy who will take pictures in photo booths with me, someone who will never turn down a trip to the lake and who will play tag on the beach with me. a boy who could sit with me on the kitchen floor and eat sandwiches. who will kiss me in the pouring rain. i want a boy who would try to teach me how to play the guitar, even if we just end up laughing at each other. i want a boy who will run his fingers through my hair, share his lollipops with me, and get along with all of my friends. someone who would never be afraid to say i love you in front of his friends and someone who would argue with me about silly things just to make up. i want a boy who will take me to target to just make fun of some of the stuff there. someone who will kiss me at midnight on new years and who will make funny faces at me when i'm on the phone. i want a boy who will count stars with me and be friends with my family. i want a boy who will stay home with me on a friday night just to help me make dinner and watch movies together under the same blanket. someone who will squirt water guns at me in the house after i've got him soaked. i want a boy who looks me the eye and tell me something serious, that was also funny and make me promise not to laugh. a boy who could make me laugh like no one else can. i want a boy who will hold me closer than normal when i'm sick, and would play with my hair. but mostly i want a boy who is my best friend and will always be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-1019874739288172555?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/1019874739288172555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=1019874739288172555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>INTRO 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingin nga sa TIME ko . 8am-5pm (ha?!) ganun katagal ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoon . ksabay ko si mareng Janine sa pagpunta sa INTRO na yan :) haha gusto ko lang naman kasi makita yung in-autograph ni Meljohn sakin tapos nakalimutan po niyang dalhin WTDA. pero ayos lang , may bukas pa naman :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( sa LaSalle)&lt;br /&gt;Rona : ui , san ba tong 603 na to :(&lt;br /&gt;Janine : (.....)&lt;br /&gt;Rona : eto naman parang tanga tinatanong ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ganyan yung eksena namin ni Ja :) Haha alam ko nabuburaot na siya skn pero keri lang Haha :D Grabe talaga PAWIS na PAWIS kami kakahanap kung nasan ba talaga building ng HRM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNA : CET603&lt;br /&gt;PANGALAWA : VBH101&lt;br /&gt;PANGATLO : BET106 ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;PANGAPAT : BET107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sabihin mong di ako napagod sa lagay na yun :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating sa ROOM si Lois lang kilala ko Haha di pa kami ganong CLOSE pero todo kwentuhan kami maya2 dumating na din yung NEW friend namin si ehdina ayun lalakas ng tawa namin then suddenly parang timigil yung oras namin kasi biglang nag-open yung pinto &amp;amp; there's this guy (d ko xa type,d xa ganun kgwapo) na bglang pumasok ah basta dko alam , parang familiar kc xa skn . anyway ayun nanga , click agad kaming tatlo ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* mention ko na din yung mga nakilala ko * si MARGE, BEIA , TIN,ABI,NHICKS. R A L P H , etc XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCHTIME _&lt;br /&gt;ayun . pnta kami ng ministop :) dun kami kumain nila lois , KASO andun nnmn yung RALPH na yun tsk mejo dyahe pg nkkta ko yung lalaking yun .. tapos punta kami ng BOOKSTORE wala para lang kaming inosente hahah tapos punta ng LIBRARY na parang Lobby ng Hotel (bongga) tapos ayun balik nnmn sa BASEMENT, 1st FLOOR XD ayun , tsikahan tungkol sa boys . boyfriends . nkksad lang kse sila msaya lovelife nila . bat ako? :( haisz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUWI _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALONE ako . mag-isa lang . sa jeep pgsakay ko , dko alam kung bakit ang sama2 ng tingin niya skin . knakabahan ako ksi every minute nahuhuli ko xang nkatingin skn , grabe anlakas ng tibok ng puso ko OVER talaga , nilibang ko nlang srili ko hanggang sa nakababa xa . naalala ko bigla yung ngalok skin , tnext ko nlng xa , ayun may orientation daw tomorrow 2pm magkita daw kami sa WalterMart Dasma , mejo ngdadalawang isip ako kasi bkt dun kami mgkkta . d kaya Rapist yun?Killer? Pero gusto ko kasi yun .... Bahala na si God kung anong mangyayari . pna-move ko naman ng Saturday ee .. kaso dko alam ung BUSTY GRILL near FCI Langkaan , SAAN yun???? Baka makidnap ako ..... Ah basta GO GO pdin ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paguwi ko naman , phirap pa yung isa jan , huling huli na cnisilip ako haha bata ka pa dude :) aral ka muna , mgaaral dn ako :) tnanong nia ko last night if&amp;nbsp; may bf ako . sabi ko 50-50 XDD haha d xa ngreply ee , buti nga :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* wag na ksi tanungin status ko .. * :(&lt;br /&gt;hays . STATUS ? WALA wag na kayong magtanong . tanong pa ng tanong ee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8707660478475298733?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8707660478475298733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8707660478475298733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8707660478475298733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8707660478475298733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/06/intro-101.html' title='INTRO 101'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-5000383260753031368</id><published>2010-06-04T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:07:05.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(((</title><content type='html'>Dear you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything you have done to me. Thank you for making me smile every time we talk, making me laugh even at the saddest part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would also like to thank you for hurting me so badly that I cried the whole night and made me weak and sad for a day. What you did to me made me a better person, it made me realize that you have to know the person better before you love him but you were the sweetest person I’ve ever met, maybe that’s why I fell for you easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never loved someone like this before but you love someone else, someone better than me. Please stop telling me to forget about you, it’s very hard to do especially when you’re an important person. Forgetting the one you love is like frying a monggo seed, it’s impossible. Just let time erase the memories about you in my life, don’t force me to do it. Well thank you anyway, for everything, for being part of my trashed life. I’ll always be happy for you and I just want to say that I loved you and I miss you terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you miss me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-5000383260753031368?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/5000383260753031368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=5000383260753031368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5000383260753031368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5000383260753031368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=':((('/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-8701023274719328714</id><published>2010-05-20T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:01:20.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Marathon :|</title><content type='html'>Is Duty enough reason to live a lie?--- tagline ng pinanuod kong DEAR JOHN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala ako ginawa maghapon hm . RIP na si celpon tsk&lt;br /&gt;tapos alam na ... siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinalpak ko yung 500 Days Of Summer , ganda ng panimula .. THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY . nkakatouch xa pero nde nkakakilig , gnun pla pg BH .. kung ano ano pnapanuod ,, d nmn ako nkarelate hm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next naman ung DEAR JOHN ( may naalala ako sa pangalan :c) thumbs up kay Nicholas Sparks . nagandahan ako . hais . title pa lang ee . ngpaparamdam xa skin ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;susulatan ko xa ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR JOHN&amp;nbsp; ,( MR.ko) :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RONA &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d naman nia to mababasa . busy yun yaan muna :| makakalimutan nia rin naman ako pero ako? NEVER ko xa mkakalimutan. kahit na auko na sa lalaki .. pag xa OK skin pg iba wag nlng . tumandang dalga nalng ako kung di rin xa mkksama ko :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- d ako mkasmile . "(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-8701023274719328714?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/8701023274719328714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=8701023274719328714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8701023274719328714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/8701023274719328714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/05/movie-marathon.html' title='Movie Marathon :|'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-5706879250755088674</id><published>2010-05-20T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:40:10.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAPA :(</title><content type='html'>" wrong again . father i hate to tell you this . u taught me how to hit the mark . and once again ive missed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISS NA MISS NA KITA&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;Kahit anong mangyare sayo ako sasama kung sakaling mangyare ung bagay na kinatatakutan ko &lt;br /&gt;Mahal na Mahal kita Pa :(&lt;br /&gt;Promise , Di ko sasayangin mga paghihirap mo sa kin&lt;br /&gt;Ako bahala sayo pag tanda mo &lt;br /&gt;Di mo man mbigay ung mga bgay na gusto namin okay lang . mas importante ka skin . mawala na silang lahat wag ka lang &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you pa :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memei ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-5706879250755088674?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/5706879250755088674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=5706879250755088674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5706879250755088674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/5706879250755088674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/05/papa.html' title='PAPA :('/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-7252111271077806353</id><published>2010-05-17T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:17:08.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S_CYSEe1g1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/BRAJwpEnh5A/s1600/tumblr_kx41njI2st1qzv5oxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S_CYSEe1g1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/BRAJwpEnh5A/s320/tumblr_kx41njI2st1qzv5oxo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S_CYcpBa51I/AAAAAAAAAMg/GJVt8jfSkx8/s1600/n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S_CYcpBa51I/AAAAAAAAAMg/GJVt8jfSkx8/s320/n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-7252111271077806353?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/7252111271077806353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=7252111271077806353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7252111271077806353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/7252111271077806353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/05/random.html' title='RANDOM :('/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S_CYSEe1g1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/BRAJwpEnh5A/s72-c/tumblr_kx41njI2st1qzv5oxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-4134567359675774739</id><published>2010-04-07T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:01:37.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barkada'/><title type='text'>SWiMMiNG NG KWATRO . XENON @ WATER CAMP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7wHPGeOEnI/AAAAAAAAALM/PHbO-kwK51k/s1600/Picture+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7wHPGeOEnI/AAAAAAAAALM/PHbO-kwK51k/s320/Picture+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7wH1M-xcQI/AAAAAAAAALU/nf75InIEPTY/s1600/Picture+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7wH1M-xcQI/AAAAAAAAALU/nf75InIEPTY/s320/Picture+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7wIVpd9V-I/AAAAAAAAALc/eBncGD6bWzI/s1600/Picture+051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7wIVpd9V-I/AAAAAAAAALc/eBncGD6bWzI/s320/Picture+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7wIpba5hoI/AAAAAAAAALk/uN0oawSTqqA/s1600/Picture+027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7wIpba5hoI/AAAAAAAAALk/uN0oawSTqqA/s320/Picture+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; ayip! eto na . swimming ng xenon sa watercamp . at dahil excited ako . mejo maaga ako dumating haha mejo lang nman , usapan kc 9-10 antayan pero WATDA. 11 na kulang pa kmi .. grrr . uber inet sa sakayan ng jip (: pero ok lang . ksama nmn tropa ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TiME OF ARRiVAL : 12 pm ( inettt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; haha , pgdating nmin dun sinalubong na kami ng boys na BASANG.BASA mga nauna na naligo . xmpre kami naingget punta na agad kmi sa cottage :) eto pa 1000 ung cottage na ni-rent ng boys san ka pa?haha sakto lang nmn kasi may budget kame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LANGUYAN&amp;nbsp; NA.!!! first stop? LAZY RIVER XD , wala muntanga lang kmi haha&lt;br /&gt;hanggang sa mpuntahan na nmin lhat ng pool , slide dito slide doon hilaan dito hilaan don , tapos lu2nurin ka pa ng boys adik tlga! c josen tinulak ako anskt sa pwet promise (: tapos pnagalitan pko ng lifeguard kasi ng-slide ako sa pambata hehe d pala pde un ., alis ako ee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSIBUGAN NA !&lt;br /&gt;MENU :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ispageti ( tgalog qng tgalog )&lt;br /&gt;menudong puro atay pero msarap&lt;br /&gt;tuna sandwich ni ANGE&lt;br /&gt;kanin ni BEKLONG&lt;br /&gt;junkfoods (;&lt;br /&gt;tubig na nagkakahalagang 62?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maya2 talunan na ulit haha&lt;br /&gt;eto da best ., sa ilalim ng bridge mga party people kami . wooo.! rakrakan sa tubig adeeek.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMEPERS! my dadaan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3, GO...!!! tsug tsug tsug haha baktian to da max mga pare :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-4134567359675774739?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/4134567359675774739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=4134567359675774739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4134567359675774739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/672902712784266077/posts/default/4134567359675774739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/2010/04/swimming-ng-kwatro-xenon-water-camp.html' title='SWiMMiNG NG KWATRO . XENON @ WATER CAMP!'/><author><name>Ronalalove</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03523877895841592290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7Huhy-X6V0/TmNIcNZmIcI/AAAAAAAAA4w/D7UH6xAmdEc/s220/3-vert-cpoy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7wHPGeOEnI/AAAAAAAAALM/PHbO-kwK51k/s72-c/Picture+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672902712784266077.post-7058031881096450876</id><published>2010-03-30T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:42:46.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAD part ii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Farewell to you my friends , we'll see each other again..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; npakasayang GRADUATION! andaming graduates.! hehe XD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nitatamad aku mgtype mga pare (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pictures nlang ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;JHEZ : ui rona mai2ss kta . (naiyak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;RONA : gagu boi . wag ka mgdrama (iiyak din)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7Ga6IURIYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BwRBJuAclUE/s1600/Picture+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7Ga6IURIYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BwRBJuAclUE/s320/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;RONA &amp;amp;&amp;amp; JHEZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7Gb1vdGxaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/94jOb55rVLM/s1600/Picture+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7Gb1vdGxaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/94jOb55rVLM/s320/Picture+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RONA &amp;amp;&amp;amp; CDT.CPT. PHILMARC TANGLAO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7GdIEGFnUI/AAAAAAAAALE/J8xxm7aPyHY/s1600/Picture+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yR0p9z5Op00/S7GdIEGFnUI/AAAAAAAAALE/J8xxm7aPyHY/s320/Picture+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; RONA &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ADJU &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;yaw ku na . pgod agad akuu XD next tym nlng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/672902712784266077-7058031881096450876?l=xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxo-pandicoco.blogspot.com/feeds/7058031881096450876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=672902712784266077&amp;postID=7058031881096450876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom
