<?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-28367895</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:44:32.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>angel-heaven sent. :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-115631171516709904</id><published>2006-08-22T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:05:59.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pasawayyyy!</title><content type='html'>hi guys! hahaha. at last nakapag post na ako after a long long time! really sorry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. nakakainis kasi yung internet namin sa bahay so now sa school ako nagpopost! hahahahaha. talk about pasaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of things to tell you guys, pupunta na si tan sa house sa saturday! wahahahaaaa. forgive me people if i'm so so &lt;b&gt;hyper&lt;/b&gt;! hahaha. it's just that sir esteban is saying double time over and over again and it's knocking my socks out. :LOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so he's going to our house na. tapos pagluluto pa siya ni mommy ng spaghetti and me, pagbabake ko siya. wahahaha. tapos sa wakas, nakabili na din ako ng bracelet for my baby, yung naka-engrave yung &lt;i&gt;secret&lt;/i&gt;. ;) basta it's really nice. tapos nung monday, we went to glorietta and i bought clips for jodie, his baby sister. she's just so adorable kasi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai, my mom's been really reallly nice to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;flashback&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, when we went to glorietta, i finally introduced tan to my mommy dearest. haha. and my mom was surprisingly nice to him. :) pero mga 5 minutes lang sila nakapg-usap kasi pauwi nadin siya kasi galing siya sa game sa school, [they won by the way, against ust i think]. :) ah basta! the best talaga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-115631171516709904?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/115631171516709904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=115631171516709904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115631171516709904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115631171516709904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/08/pasawayyyy.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;pasawayyyy!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-115468240781584215</id><published>2006-08-04T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:47:01.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout by ME. :P</title><content type='html'>my gad, at last! i have made my first layout and i'm soooo proud of it! :D of course i couldn't have done it without nina, vicky, aly, nikki and kate! thanks a lot guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, exam week is coming AGAIN and i'm really stressed out. i'm having a hard time in my math especially the algebra problems. x_x but i am very happy to say that i got a 92 grade last long test 2, the highest in my class. i'm sorry if i sound mayabang but this is the first time i got the highest grade in my class. heehee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nina was absent the whole week due to her sickness, and we miss her! i miss you nina! hehehehe. but i think bugsy, cahren and of course justin went to visit her yesterday in the hospital. they said that she was fine na and today she's going out of the hospital already. so, see you on monday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay! did i tell you that we went to sm yesterday? well i bought a new shirt from just g and jeans from bench! note: the size of my jeans are 28 na lang! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! :D and usually i don't buy clothes from just g cause they don't fit me but now they dooo! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... wala lang! just thinking. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry if this is such a short short post. forgive me! i promise to make it up to you guys! i'll miss ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-115468240781584215?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/115468240781584215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=115468240781584215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115468240781584215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115468240781584215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-layout-by-me-p.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;new layout by ME. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-115408084741947025</id><published>2006-07-28T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:00:47.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing in particular. random things.</title><content type='html'>okay, recap of the things that happened to me these past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i now have my glasses. i have 50/75 vision. hahahahaha. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exam  week is finally over so i'm relaxing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's our monthsareee today so hooray us! ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my mom bought me this so so nice mini skirt  from lulu castangette.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have our new uniform. yehey!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh and btw, i made my first layout na!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-115408084741947025?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/115408084741947025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=115408084741947025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115408084741947025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115408084741947025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-in-particular-random-things.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;nothing in particular. random things.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-115269047052408685</id><published>2006-07-12T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:47:50.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dahil special kayo sakin...</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry if they all look, uhm, generic? haha. basta sorry sa mga di ko pa nagagawan. just click the image then right cick and save as. hope you like it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/vianx.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/vianx.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/lianne.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/lianne.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/trix.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/trix.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/nini.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/nini.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/elise.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/elise.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/sarah.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/sarah.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/neenaa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/neenaa.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/andrea.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/andrea.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/bikee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/bikee.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/kate.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/kate.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/clara.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/clara.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/seyy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/seyy.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-115269047052408685?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/115269047052408685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=115269047052408685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115269047052408685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115269047052408685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/07/dahil-special-kayo-sakin.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;dahil special kayo sakin...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-115252348717708106</id><published>2006-07-10T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T02:24:50.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at last! :D</title><content type='html'>oh yessss! at last i have a new post after a week or two. i'm sorry if i only posted now, i've really been busy with school and all. so thank you to those people who drop by my site every now and then.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; alabshoooo.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's start this post. last friday was the integration of the freshies [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;]. hahahahaha.  it was really fun and kinda funny [i'm sorrrrrrry]. my friends said that we were lucky because we didn't get to show ourselves up close to the other batches. okay, i didn't attend our integration last year&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because i was sick&lt;/span&gt;. ha! :P anyways, their theme was really hard and embarassing compared to ours. basta it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the program, we got to have four hours of free time so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hooray for us&lt;/span&gt;! but it was kinda boring cause we didn't have anything to do. well, in the end we did because we tried to avoid those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sneaky marshals&lt;/span&gt; that were everywhere. but hey, that's part of the experience right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love highschool.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was friday right? well, last saturday. my gosh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kinikilig ako&lt;/span&gt;! wahahahahahahahahaha! i apologize for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hyper-ness&lt;/span&gt;. i just can't control the joy inside me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're asking why i am happy, it's because i saw my baby, i love him, at the park. wait wait, before you say or think of anything, i was with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorgeous mom&lt;/span&gt;. yihee! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganito kasi yun, my mom and i went to the bingo sa village ng lolo ko. eh, we were supposed to meet up at the park, he said he was going to give me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my mom and i were already playing bingo, he texted me and said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tingin ka sa likod&lt;/span&gt;," so ako naman tumingin and i saw him there with matt. ang gwapoh ng baby ko, my gosh. haha. back to the story, then i stood up to get the 'thing' he was gonna give me, [suspense muna :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wanna know what that thing is? do you do you? well... he gave me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retreat letter&lt;/span&gt; i asked for annnnnnnnd... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A RING&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my gulaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt;!!! hahahahaha. seriously, he gave me a ring. it was sooo nice and shiny. ah basta, ang ganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we were about to go, niloloko ko siya, sabi ko nilalamig ako so nagulat ako, he told me that while he was texting me, he went home to get his jacket. double omgosh! hahahahaha. grabeh i was so kilig at that time, tapos nung pagalis namin, he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gave&lt;/span&gt; it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was teasing me. sabi nia, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh amuyamuyin mo na yang amoy niya&lt;/span&gt;." with a big grin on her face. hahahahaha. it was the best night of my life.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I LOVE YOU BABY, thank you..&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already have adobe, now could someone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt; teach me on how to use it. i don't know how. and could someone help me make layouts?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; how do you install fonts and brushes? i'm having a hard time downloading brushes eh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-115252348717708106?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/115252348717708106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=115252348717708106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115252348717708106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115252348717708106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-last-d.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;at last! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-115110262602658824</id><published>2006-06-23T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:43:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missed you</title><content type='html'>hi guys. i'm back, but sad to say this post won't be that long, owkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed you guys. i wanna thank everyone who dropped by my site. love ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's really been hectic kasi eh. i'm really sorry. anyways, i love my new section, 26-dunstan baby! hahaha. but still, i miss 7teen. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang gugulo [in a good way] ng mga kaklase ko. they're so uhmm... active? hahaha. palaging tawanan because of jolo and gavin. hahaha. aylabbit. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiaiaiaiaiai... a lot of things happened this past week, no we did not break up. hahaha. kayo ha.&lt;br /&gt;tan calls me everyday twice or thrice a day from school. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have proof that my parents are okay with the boyfriend issue, one time my mom was the one who answered the phone when tan called, siguro pangalawang beses niya na tumawag nun. he called before his basketball practice, after, and when he got home. so sabi ng mom ko,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bakit ulit siya tumawag?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko kakauwi niya palang sa house. my mom said ang bait naman daw kasi tumawag ba siya. :) aiyee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;you guys remember carlo? yung crush ko dati na ex bestfriend ni tan? okay, he's been telling tan's friends na pangit daw ako. hello? i know that i'm not pretty pero tama bang sabihin pa sa mga friends niya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ng nila bugsy baka daw naiinggit siya kasi si tan yung napili ko, i think it's true. walang pakapalan ng mukha ah. pano ba naman, cnasbi ni tan sa friends nia, "ay alam mo ba yang si angel mabait yan, sweet, caring etcetera..." tas pinapakita pic ko [haha]. eh sinasabi naman ng friends niya na maganda DAW ako. ayun. oh well. i hate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, dito na magtatapos ang post ko. i'll see you guys! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;can somebody please make me a new layout? pretty please? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-115110262602658824?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/115110262602658824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=115110262602658824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115110262602658824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115110262602658824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/06/missed-you.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;missed you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-115010288765222441</id><published>2006-06-12T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:01:27.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for you...</title><content type='html'>okay i decided to write [?] a letter for tan. i know it's kinda silly cause you're gonna read it and everything, but hey, i don't care. warning: this is gonna be really cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi... :) i don't really know if you're reading this right now, i hope so.  anyways, how are you? this is a really stupid question to ask since i am talking to you right now. haha. first of all, baby i love you so much... :) i know you know that already but i wanna tell you that every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how's school? okay ka lang ba dyan? if you're reading this before breakfast, lunch, or dinner, kumain ka na. ngayon na okay? hehehehe. basta baby wag ka magpapagutom. kung nagpagutom ka hala ka sakin. beh. :P haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i miss you na. sobra. waaaaah. naiiyak na naman ako. sorry kung mashadong iyakin baby mo ha. alam mo naman ako. hehe. diba alam mo naman yun? diba? kung hindi, ngayon alam mo na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i don't talk to you i feel so empty. parang may kulang sa araw ko, you know? alam mo yung feeling na yun? ah basta, parang may kulang eh. sobra. i know it sounds pathetic pero you complete me eh. hahahaha. ang corny ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai... we both know we fight almost everyday. hahahaha. [yes people, we also fight]. pero we still love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, i love you so much... magiingat ka ha? andito lang naman ako eh. waaaah. naiiyak nanaman me. ai naku, basta mag ingat ka. i love you so much... and i miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-115010288765222441?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/115010288765222441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=115010288765222441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115010288765222441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115010288765222441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-you.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;for you...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-115010181872629432</id><published>2006-06-12T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:46:30.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hu-woaaaaaaah.</title><content type='html'>we went to the powerplant, rockwell today. wait, before you continue reading the rest of this post, just a little note; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am NOT a daredevil owkay&lt;/span&gt;? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;read on, haha. first of all we ate lunch at jollibee which means we went there before lunch, right? well the only reason why we were supposed to go there is because we're gonna go bungee jumping. *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gulps&lt;/span&gt;* hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akala namin 1 nagbubukas yung play underground but unfortunately, it opens at 2 pa pala so we had absolutely nothing to do. so my mom said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why don't we go to the powerstation?&lt;/span&gt;" oh yeeeees. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i was with sofia, tata, nikolai, tita evie, weng [the yaya], and my mom. so anywaaaaaayz, we did got to powerstation, *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EHEMtwiceEHEM&lt;/span&gt;*. hahahahaha. it was fun, really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theeeeen, [insert music here] we, yes including me, went bungee jumping. it was a really unforgettable experience. okay, lemme tell you. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you go up as in waaaaay up, parang fell mo mahuhulog ka or tatalsik ka. basta i can't really expllain it. then when you're going down you fell like throwing up. haha. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're afraid of heights, don't try it. haha. no, seriously it is scary. but for people like me who are not afraid,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's still scary&lt;/span&gt;! hahahaha. :LOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;classes start tommorow. i don't wanna go back to school, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nononononononon&lt;/span&gt;o. waaaah! i'm sorry for whining. i just don't want to back. i had the best summer and now it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;list of things i experienced this summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i learned how to play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;9. i made a song with a little help from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;8. i went to the beach with my family alone.&lt;br /&gt;7. i went bungee jumping which was a big achievement. [yaay me!]&lt;br /&gt;6. i faced told my parents that i already have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;5. i lost my blog.&lt;br /&gt;4. i got my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;3. i got most of the things under my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;2. i lost &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of weight.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i fell in love... :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'm sorry for crying&lt;/span&gt;. i really can't help it. i don't know what i'm gonna do without him. i feel so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vulnerable&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incomplete&lt;/span&gt; without him. i don't even know how i could survive 5 days without talking to him. waaaaah. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love him so much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/" target="_blogView"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-115010181872629432?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/115010181872629432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=115010181872629432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115010181872629432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115010181872629432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/06/hu-woaaaaaaah.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;hu-woaaaaaaah.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114887937268321037</id><published>2006-06-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:02:28.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it love?</title><content type='html'>i know some people that are reading my blog, this post in particular, are confused because they don't know if they're in love with this person or not. so now, i'm gonna try my best to help you out. [ano to, dr. love?] hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you know if you're already in love? some people don't even know that they're falling for someone already. based on my experiences, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at first you can't tell eh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang when he passes by, you want to jump. hahaha. i think that's just infatuation, or you admire the person. some people think that that's love already, pero if you think hard, sa tingin niyo pano pag nawala na yung kilig ano nalang matitira? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diba&lt;/span&gt;. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, pag kasama mo siya, parang ikaw na yung pinaka-masayang girl sa mundo, you feel so complete and secure when you're with him. para bang walang pwedeng makasakit sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos pag hindi siya nagparamdam nagpapanic ka kasi di mo alam kung nasan na siya or kung okay lang ba siya, o di kaya ma-mimiss mo siya ng sobra-sobra to the point na parang maiiyak ka na [like me]. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 day without him is torture.&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang every little thing he does for you is the sweetest thing, everything he does is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever he says i love you parang feel mo kumpleto na araw mo. parang all you need to live in this world is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; his love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small things like those. am i making any sense? ah basta, that's just my opinion. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm so corny&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114887937268321037?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114887937268321037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114887937268321037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114887937268321037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114887937268321037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/06/is-it-love.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;is it love?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-115002189291583593</id><published>2006-06-10T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:04:21.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing in particular.</title><content type='html'>okay, hi guys! i'm baaaack. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/Image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wahahaha. this picture is so kulet. haha. ang sabog ko dito, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. ayaw ni tan tumingin eh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/yeah.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/yeah.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ang cute nito. :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aylabbit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;for all you one tree hill fans out there, i'm sure you know that peyton has her own podcasts right? well, i downloaded it and i tell you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's great&lt;/span&gt;! ah basta, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;download people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-115002189291583593?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/115002189291583593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=115002189291583593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115002189291583593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115002189291583593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/06/nothing-in-particular.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;nothing in particular.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-115001709151624285</id><published>2006-06-09T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:03:59.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help...</title><content type='html'>i know my problem is not really a problem, but, i consider it one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i don't wanna go back to school yet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll be missing him sooo much&lt;/span&gt;. pano ba naman, i can't text nor talk to him for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you heard right, my parents get my phone every mondays-thursday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para makapag-concentrate daw&lt;/span&gt;. pffsht. actually, thei'm not allowed to use the landline, computer [except for school related stuff], and my iPod. i mean, c'mon! take everything away except my cellphone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really not in the mood to blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-115001709151624285?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/115001709151624285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=115001709151624285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115001709151624285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/115001709151624285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/06/help.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;help...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114993947307729556</id><published>2006-06-08T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:03:19.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he's perfect. :)</title><content type='html'>i read nina's post about the tag thing and unfortunately, nina tagged me. hahaha. here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;instructions&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the tagged victim has to come up with 8 different  descriptions of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. he/she should mention the sex/gender of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;3. he/she must tag 8 more people to join this game and leave a comment  on their respective sites  announcing that they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. if tagged a second time,  there's no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY&lt;/u&gt; perfect guy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* has close family ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;i like a guy who baby's his little sister or brother, someone who is not afraid to hug or kiss his mom in public. that's just sweet. :) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* respects me and my decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;for me, this is a very important trait, because if a guy doesn't have respect for you he is not worthy of anyones love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* has a sense of humor yet sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; i love a guy who's sweet. every girl loves a guy who's sweet! parang knight in shining armor mo. :) but eventhough he is super sweet, he should still have a sense of humor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*faithful, trustworthy and selose, like me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;he should be faithful, i should be able to trust him but at the same time seloso, like me! :D  haha. i love, well we all love, a guy who's is faithful. syempre you wanna be the only girl inside his heart diba? and i love a guy that is seloso. haha! i know. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* the family loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;my family should love him, period. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;i like a guy that i can open up to and i can trust, like a bestfriend. someone who will tell me his secrets with confidence. i love a guy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* my knight in shining armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;he should make me feel safe and secure when i'm with him. as if his body is the wall between the world and his girl. :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and finally, someone who loves me for me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;read that ^? enough said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;add all these together equaaaaaaals... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;jonathan mark a. lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/jonathan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;sorry, i'm not looking for my perfect guy anymore, i found him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;***&lt;br 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the first time in my life that i've heard someone call me pretty girl. seriously. lalo na yung galing sa love mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised when tan texted me a while ago, he said, "i love you pretty girl..." i was soooo kilig! hahahahahaha. ang babaw ko. :D to tell you honestly i've always dreamt of someone saying those to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ever since i watched that episode of one tree hil when lucas told brooke, "i love you... pretty girl," that is. hahahaha. he made my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fifth month to nina and 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114993947307729556?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114993947307729556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114993947307729556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114993947307729556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114993947307729556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/06/hes-perfect.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;he&apos;s perfect. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114973275481983715</id><published>2006-06-07T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:14:38.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry, sorry.</title><content type='html'>okay guys! i'm terribly&lt;strong&gt; sorry&lt;/strong&gt; for not updating. i have an explanation, my dad wasn't able to bring my computer home. nasa makati kasi yun computer ko, sa house ng lolo ko, so nung umuwi kami hindi niya nauwi. you know why? our car got busted. oh well. &lt;em&gt;just my luck&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so noooow... babawi ako sa inyo! hahahaha. &lt;strong&gt;i'm really sorry&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, i think, we went to lucena to visit my lolo because it was his birthday. &lt;em&gt;may 31 ata yun&lt;/em&gt;. i know what you're thinking, may fiesta sa bawat province na madaanan namin so super &lt;strong&gt;traffic!&lt;/strong&gt; grr. pano ba naman yung mga napoprocesion sa gitna ng highway nalalakad. hahaha. that's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we were about to go home, our car over heated then stopped at one of the caltex stations in san pablo. &lt;strong&gt;farfarfar from civilization&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think 6 kami umalis from lucena then pagdating sa bahay 12 midnight! hahaha. it was such a disaster. &lt;em&gt;so glad that's over.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last june 1, i got my haircut! hahahaha. okay,&lt;strong&gt; may bangs na ko&lt;/strong&gt;. hahahaha. looklooklook. :) tingnan niyo kung bagay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/Image_06.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/Image_06.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/Image_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/Image_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, what do you think? &lt;em&gt;it suits me naman diba&lt;/em&gt;? hahaha. kapal ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oookay, i saw my classmates last monday. my goosh!&lt;strong&gt; i missed them&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;si louine&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;hmm. may bans din siya! hahaha. twins na talaga kami. heehee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;si ysa&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;umiksi yung buhok. hahaha. pretty much the same. still pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;si nina&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;umiksi din yung hair! haha. matangkad parin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;si cahren&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;hyper padin! hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, they're not my classmates anymore. aww. of course, star section parin sila. section 27. hahaha. and me? hahahaha. &lt;strong&gt;26-doonstan&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala ako mashadong friends dun. si jolo, erika, sarah, renato. yun lang. it's really sad. i'm sad. pero it's okay. mas gagalingan pa daw namin ni bugsy next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yesterday, or the other day, we watched a movie. hehe. secret na kun anung movie yun. you might find it corny eh. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, ahihihihihi. i was texting tita, [tan's mom]. hahaha. secret. shhh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114973275481983715?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114878564171470058</id><published>2006-05-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:09:57.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy monthsary! :)</title><content type='html'>yes yes yes, it's our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fourth-slash-first monthsary&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh, it's been 4 months already? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so fast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember nina telling me, that if you get past your 3rd  month, magaling na daw kayo. why? they say that most problems occur in your 3rd month. haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now i'm relieved&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was texting tan yesterday, i told him that i'll be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first person&lt;/span&gt; to greet him today. haha. sabi ko 12:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, my plan backfired. i fell asleep. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. so when i woke up a while ago, i saw a message from him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a really sweet message &lt;/span&gt;by the way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung chinecheck ko yung time kung kelan niya pinadala, 12:22 a.m. aww... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's so sweet.&lt;/span&gt; :) he told me last night that his foot hurts and that he wants to sleep early. kaya i was really surprised when he i saw that message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/roses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for him&lt;/span&gt;. click the image to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you tan&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/angel.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forget, i wanna thank &lt;a href="http://xiah-twentyseven.blogspot.com"&gt;trixie&lt;/a&gt; for this super cute link button. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i wanna watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours, mine and ours&lt;/span&gt; again. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i like peach roses, for those who asked. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks for commenting guys&lt;/span&gt;! mwahmwahmwah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alabshu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114878564171470058?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114878564171470058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114878564171470058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114878564171470058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114878564171470058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-happy-monthsary.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;happy happy monthsary! :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114871747693861573</id><published>2006-05-27T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T18:50:10.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it means...</title><content type='html'>hi guys. i'm back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/Imgp8711.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/Imgp8711.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;red roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; romance&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; creative spririt of love&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; passion&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/purpleRoseHandtie36BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/purpleRoseHandtie36BIG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purple roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; to signify that the giver has fallen in love with the recipient at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; enhantment&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/bay004955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/bay004955.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orange rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; desire&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; shouts, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am proud of you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/yellowroses.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/yellowroses.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yellow roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; joy&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;  sympathy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt; friendship&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember me&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/pinkroses05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/pinkroses05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; to express your gratitude and appreciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  *&lt;/span&gt; grace&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; gentility&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; elegance&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; refinement&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/peach-beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/peach-beauty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peach roses&lt;/span&gt; @_@&lt;br /&gt;meaning:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; sympathy&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; gratitude&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; sincerity&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; modesty&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let's get together&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/square-white-roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/square-white-roses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;purity&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; reverence&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; humility&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;loyalty&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am worthy of you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/product_1673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/product_1673.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning:&lt;br /&gt;  * fantasy&lt;br /&gt;  * impossibility&lt;br /&gt;  * hoping for a miracle and new possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if there are any guys reading this post, now you know, what and what not to give the love of your lives. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy monthsary trix and jino! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114871747693861573?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114871747693861573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114871747693861573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114871747693861573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114871747693861573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-means.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;it means...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114869096311464833</id><published>2006-05-26T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T01:13:20.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parteeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/DSC00753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/DSC00753.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;polo club&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate santi's 11th birthday. woohoo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went swimming with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole magallanes basketball team&lt;/span&gt;, which means lahat lalaki kasama ko mag swim. hahaha. but i didn't hang out with them. i was with sofia the whole time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good girl&lt;/span&gt;. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/DSC00760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/DSC00760.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kapatid jumping from the diving board. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after swimming, we went bowling at around 5. haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we suck at it&lt;/span&gt;, that's for sure. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun. santi enjoyed and i'm sure his visitors enjoyed too. this day was full of jumping-from-the-diving-board, and gutter balls. hahahahaha. but hey, at least we had fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was actually grounded today. don't ask why. basta i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; grounded. but my mom gave me my phone a while ago so everything's a-okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i missed him&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114869096311464833?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114869096311464833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114869096311464833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114869096311464833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114869096311464833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/05/parteeee.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;parteeee!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114854681069526478</id><published>2006-05-25T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:01:14.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anxiety, it kills.</title><content type='html'>today is the last day of my guitar lessons. and for some reason, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm getting really anxious&lt;/span&gt;. it's like there are butterflies flying inside my tummy. it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not comfortable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said, i was at sm makati the whole day yesterday.  good thing i had  P20 and a few coins [seriously], i was able to buy this pair of glasses. walang grado. haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trip lang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i took pictures of myself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glasses&lt;/span&gt;. take a look. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/DSC00736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/DSC00736.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/DSC00716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/DSC00716.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i look uuuugly&lt;/span&gt; in both pictures, but they're just for the sake of comparison. hahaha. so which is better, with or without? hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching american idol with sofia a while ago. and the winner is... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAYLOR HICKS!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. i really like this guy, in my opinion, he has a really different "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;style&lt;/span&gt;" in singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;top ten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favorite bloggers&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/28830661022952l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/28830661022952l.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/20949521734020l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/20949521734020l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/Picture%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/Picture%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/24977206761317l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/24977206761317l.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/2534205278486l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/2534205278486l.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/2006-03-17%20049.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/2006-03-17%20049.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/27884853538596m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/27884853538596m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/27022198442248l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/27022198442248l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/chuva%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/chuva%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/mwaletz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/200/mwaletz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;first row:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://screamifyouarefabulous-roar.blogspot.com"&gt;she's fabuluos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clara&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://clara-doll.blogspot.com"&gt;the doll&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;second row:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vicky&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://missunderstood27.blogspot.com"&gt;miss understood&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lianne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://behbiesweetie18.blogspot.com"&gt;beach bum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;third row:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sarah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thechocoholicprincess.blogspot.com"&gt;the chocoholic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thisiseliseee.blogspot.com"&gt;it's her&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;fourth row:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trix&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xiah-twentseven.blogspot.com"&gt;number twentyseven&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vianx&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://crazylitulgal.blogspot.com"&gt;cartoon wannabe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;fifth row:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;andrea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cutie-patootie.blogspot.com"&gt;the cutie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kikayqueen.blogspot.com"&gt;the kikay queen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there you go. my top ten favorite bloggers. but don't get me wrong, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you all&lt;/span&gt;. hehehehe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take care everyone&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114854681069526478?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114854681069526478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114854681069526478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114854681069526478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114854681069526478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/05/anxiety-it-kills.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;anxiety, it kills.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114846677146730460</id><published>2006-05-24T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T03:32:51.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice.</title><content type='html'>we watched&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; x-men III&lt;/span&gt; at g4 today. hehehe. grabeh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soooo nice&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom said that it's better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the da vincci code.&lt;/span&gt; according to her. the movie haus was so full. as in.  and it was soo cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mental note&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever you watch a movie at glorietta 4, do yourself a favor and &lt;u&gt;bring a jacket&lt;/u&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at sm makati the whole day. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;waah! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang baby ko na-injure&lt;/span&gt;. huhuhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang arte eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm really worried&lt;/span&gt;. hanggang ngayon hindi pa din siya nagrereply. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my baby brother is getting, uhm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spoiled&lt;/span&gt;? haha. pano ba naman, everytime we go out, dapat may pasalubong. tapos kung wal, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magdadabog&lt;/span&gt;. grr. inis. haha. pero sabi ng mom ko ganun din ako dati. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORSE&lt;/span&gt; pa daw. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one time, i told my mom that i wanted an aquarium, tapos pagbalik niya galing somewhere, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may aquarium na&lt;/span&gt;. hahahahaha. i was spoiled, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back then&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, my mom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; give me any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;money-slash-allowance&lt;/span&gt;. now, how am i supposed to buy things that i want? if i tell her i want this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bilhin ko daw with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY OWN&lt;/span&gt; money&lt;/span&gt;. eh how am i supposed to do that if i don't have any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114846677146730460?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114846677146730460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114846677146730460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114846677146730460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114846677146730460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/05/nice.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;nice.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114837970092998312</id><published>2006-05-23T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:53:15.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it will feel better.</title><content type='html'>my gosh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at last&lt;/span&gt;. haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i finally told my dad that i already have a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. mind you, it ain't easy. uhohuhohuhoh,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grabeh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was talking to him, paiyak na coh, hahaha. my gosh! &lt;u&gt;i'm such a crybaby&lt;/u&gt;. basta he was okay with it. that's all i'm saying! haha. beh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i lablablablab my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really not authorized to give you any advice on love, i only have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; little experience&lt;/span&gt; on the department. well, if you wanna ask me how to survive a heartbreak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'd be more than happy to help you&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but based on my experience, it's better if you tell your parents. trust me. well, if your parents are like mine, they'll understand. hey, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they were teenagers too you know&lt;/span&gt;! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, if they react the way my parents did, well you're really lucky because they understand you. i think they should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be happy&lt;/span&gt; [sort of] because you didn't keep any secrets from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, ayaw niyo sigurong ang parents niyo ang huling maka-alam na may boyfriend na kayo. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kung ayaw niyo ng war&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. see, my cousin's [a guy mind you] parents, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my tito and tita&lt;/span&gt;, were &lt;font&gt;the &lt;u&gt;last to know&lt;/u&gt; that maqui already has a girlfriend. i think they're together for over a year when my tito and tita found out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boy were they frustrated&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the good news is, they're still on. haha. for 2 years i think? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good for them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask my opinion, you should tell them, after all, they're your parents right? they have a right to know. believe me, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; definitely feel better. you'll no longer feel guilty. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust me&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;, if they they really get frustrated, explain to them everything. that you love they guy and he loves you more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just hope and pray that they'll understand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piece of advice to you guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sure that they're in a good mood and they're not busy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;explain to them in a nice way&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my dad said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when loving daw&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"believe nothing of what you hear and only half of what you see and you can't go wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice advice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;i wanna thank you guys for all the support and the comments. ang pinaka madaming comments na nakuha ko so far, is 7. huhuhu. haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang arte eh&lt;/span&gt;! but i'm soo happy cause you guys are commenting. keep the comments coming. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks people&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/Image_06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/Image_06.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so yesterday, my mom and i had a date again and as i said, we had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole day&lt;/span&gt; to pamper ourselves. hmm, we left at 2 p.m and got back at 7 p.m. hahaha. now, i love my nails!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; french tips&lt;/span&gt;, oh yeah! hahaha. this pic was taken at rustans. my mom went shopping for something that costs P3,500. talk about big spender. grabeh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i soo love my nails.&lt;/span&gt; hahahahaha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one tree hill&lt;/span&gt; again a while ago, and right now i'm watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meteor garden&lt;/span&gt;. by now you might think i'm kind a baduy kind of person. well i'm not, haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ang taray eh&lt;/span&gt;! i'm not really a big fan of koreanovelas, to tell you honestly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meteor garden is the only koreanovela i watch&lt;/span&gt;. honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you watch it?&lt;/span&gt; haha. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114837970092998312?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114837970092998312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114837970092998312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114837970092998312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114837970092998312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-will-feel-better.html' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;center&gt;it will feel better.&lt;/cener&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114826856093909684</id><published>2006-05-22T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:28:47.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm legal!</title><content type='html'>you heard right. hahahahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;AM&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;legal&lt;/span&gt;. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i talked yesterday. i told was supposed to tell her something. so anyway, i ended up telling her that i already have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;. hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/Don__t_distroy_your_love_by_WantYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/Don__t_distroy_your_love_by_WantYou.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my surprise, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she did not get mad&lt;/span&gt;. i think she had it coming. she was just giving me some advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabeh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my mom's the best&lt;/span&gt;. i love her so much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks mom&lt;/span&gt;! haha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i am watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one tree hill&lt;/span&gt;. haha. yup, you can say i am pretty addicted [?]. nah. not addicted. there's a word for it. hahaha. uhm, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chad-a-holic&lt;/span&gt;? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't get enough of oth. grabeh, thanks nga pala kay sis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kate&lt;/span&gt; dun sa title ng song! hahaha. i downloaded it asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all you oth fans there, does my header sound familiar? haha. actually it's a line from haley's [bethany joy lenz] song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halo&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;my mom and i might go to glorietta today. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manicure, pedicure and foot spa!&lt;/span&gt; yess! hahaha. but it's not final yet. pag hindi daw siya tinamad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs playing over and over in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. halo - haley james scott ***&lt;br /&gt;2. 1000 things - jason mraz ***&lt;br /&gt;3. all these things - stephen speaks&lt;br /&gt;4. mixtape - butch walker ***&lt;br /&gt;5. tatooed on my mind - d'sound&lt;br /&gt;6. for you i will - teddy geiger&lt;br /&gt;7. more than anyone - gavin degraw ***&lt;br /&gt;8. god bless the child - michelle featherstone&lt;br /&gt;9. you and  i both - jason mraz&lt;br /&gt;10. why don't you kiss her - jesse mccartney ***&lt;br /&gt;11. we are mand and wife - michell featherstone ***&lt;br /&gt;12. french kissing - sarah conner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certified ear candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt;! love ya guys! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114819721077135955</id><published>2006-05-21T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T03:30:53.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for all of my life. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/two.2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/two.1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. i made it from paint. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this post is all about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my baby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my kuya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my hun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my love&lt;/span&gt;. :) hahaha. if you don't like corny or cheesy stuff stop reading this okay? here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/one.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/one.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jonathan mark lim&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;fourteen turning fifteen this year.&lt;br /&gt;don bosco makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i met him, i never frowned nor cried. he always, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; makes me happy. and i make him happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how did i meet him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;january 28, 2006. i had a crush on his&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; former&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;bestfriend&lt;/s&gt;. so i was texting his friend. then around 5 p.m he texted me. he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi pwede ba makipag kaibigan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yup, we started from that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was in love with him before i even saw him&lt;/span&gt;. i thought that, those things were not possible but i was wrong. i loved him even before i saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that time, i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so scared&lt;/span&gt; to admit that i was in love with him because i was afraid of what my friends would think. and at that time, i was also convincing myself that i like this other guy, well my bestfriend at that time,  but i didn't really like him. i love tan very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, there was this one time, i told him that he was ugly [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm sooooo mean&lt;/span&gt;]. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i had a reason,&lt;/span&gt; i wanted to test him. see, i thought that if he really loves me he would still pursue his pangliligaw. and he was hurt, oh yeah. he told me he wasn't going to text me anymore. but after a day or two, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he still did&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our love story had our ups and downs, like every love story. and everyday, my love for him grew. and when i thought it was impossible to love anyone like the way i love him,  i loved him even more, with all my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him the story about my past relationship  which was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  a nightmare&lt;/span&gt;.  why?  well, i loved him and he told me he loved me but he was really in love with someone else. and like nina said in one of her posts, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he loved me because he needed me&lt;/span&gt;. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i don't wanna recall that. tan told me that he's never gonna do all the wrong things that my ex did to me. and i was really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;touched&lt;/span&gt; by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the small things he asks me or does for me i find it really great. like, he always asks me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i ate already&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where i am&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if i'm out he asks me if i'm at home already&lt;/span&gt;, he always asks me if i'm okay. little things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's really sweet, understanding, funny, he's a gentleman, caring, seloso [like me!], malambing, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;helps his mom at home&lt;/span&gt; [some guys are not like this], cute, and makulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he always tells me that i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; when i least expect it. for example, when i'm making kwento over the phone or kahit sa text, he always says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang cute mo!&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang ganda mo talaga ng baby coh...&lt;/span&gt;" and that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really sweet&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, when we were at that park, we were about to sit on this bench and half of it was wet and the other half was so dirty. before i sat down, he wiped the seat and he made me sit first. and while we were talking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he was gazing at my eyes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he was holding my hand&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his arm was around me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;. then he was always stealing kisses from me. haha. it's really cute. he always tells me to look this way then he kisses me. haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;madaya!&lt;/span&gt; haha. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;list of things he does to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DON'T FORCE HER TO DO&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grab her hand when you walk next to each&lt;br /&gt;other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; when standing, wrap your arms around her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cuddle her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hug her from behind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;compliment her &lt;u&gt;honestly&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; when you hug her, hold her in your arms as&lt;br /&gt;long as possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be super sweet to her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call her at night to wish her sweet dreams&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comfort her when she cries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; love her with all your heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be a gentleman (hold the door for her).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ahihi. all of those and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this post is getting too long already, baka tamadin na kayong basahin. haha. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you soo much baby&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mwaaaaaah&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guysguysguys, do you know this song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from oth&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you need a friend i'll be around... blahblahblah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm gonna love you more than anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the song that nathan picked for their first dance at their wedding. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you know the title&lt;/span&gt;? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114819721077135955?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114819721077135955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114819721077135955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114819721077135955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114819721077135955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-all-of-my-life.html' title='&lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;for all of my life. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;'/><author><name>angel, she's heaven sent.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04031566052231778465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e271/zhaisgurl/again.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28367895.post-114809474327901257</id><published>2006-05-20T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T03:00:43.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovers to friends, never?</title><content type='html'>hi guys. i'm back with my crazy thoughts about love. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why can friends be lovers but lovers can't be friends anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really sad. but why? even i can't answer this question. it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; hard to befriend you ex. if you had a really rough relationship, misunderstandings, you broke up with him or he broke up with you. you name it. you'll really have a hard time being his friend, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? maybe it's because you're still bitter with what happened between the two of you, or maybe it's because you're still mad at him. but if you ask me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; it's because you still love him and you're afraid of being close to him because you might fall in love with him again, and you don't want a replay of what happened before. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai. if you're experiencing this, maybe it's best if you don't talk for a few weeks. just to clear your mind. then if you're ready,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; then go for it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. just a piece of advice. but hey, what do i know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm just fourteen&lt;/span&gt;. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nownow, i have to make up with the entries i lost. so,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; should i make this a long post&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, cge na nga. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you guys eh&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm getting the hang of watching basketball, yeah, all the cute guys? nah! haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i only have one guy in mind&lt;/span&gt;. :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay to all you basketball fanatics out there, i got a lot of questions to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; what does a rebound mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; how many points do you get if you do a half court shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; maximum players?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; minimum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; what does the center player do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. my gosh. i'm so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; innocent&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to these things. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boo me&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, could somebody explain to me what those things mean? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is the post too short? haha. keep the comments coming. what topic do you wanna talk about? haha. got questions in mind? ;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;leave a question in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qbox&lt;/span&gt;, pretty please? and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vandalize my graffiti wall&lt;/span&gt; too, if you have time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114809474327901257?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114809474327901257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114809474327901257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114809474327901257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114809474327901257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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so supportive&lt;/span&gt;. yup, that's you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alabshu people&lt;/span&gt;! thanks for being so nice and supportive. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/1600/Image_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5203/2136/320/Image_04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we went to rockwell today with my cousins. we ate merienda at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulcinea&lt;/span&gt; and theeeeen... my brother and sofia went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bungee jumping&lt;/span&gt; [i think that's what you call it]. actually they call it &lt;u&gt;reversed bungee jumping&lt;/u&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, andy and i weren't able to go because we exceeded the weight limit which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;120 pounds&lt;/span&gt;. and when they weighed me, i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;123 pounds&lt;/span&gt;. it was such a bummer. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother was really brave. normally, people are afraid of heights, kids in particular. but my brother was not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my gosh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that, we went to powerzone and played. haha. it was fun. there were a lot of koreans there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you love my new layout&lt;/span&gt;? doyoudoyoudoyou? hahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DO&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks nina&lt;/span&gt;! mwah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i had this talk a while ago. she told me that if someone's courting me and i like him back, she wants to be the first to know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-oh&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i told her about tan. not the whole truth though, but i think she knows already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her that tan's still courting me [for 4 months]. and i told her that we see each other at the park. and to my surprise, she did not get mad. i repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt; get mad. all she said was that she didn't want me to see him outside of the house. she said that she wants to meet tan. *gulps* haha. and that's a great thing. she said that my studies should still be my priority. and it still is. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm really happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago, while we were riding the car, mommy asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ano theme song niyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ako naman sobrang nagulat. sabi ko,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uhm... for all of my life. kayo ni papa? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natawa lang siya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you mom&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114802280117518168?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-heavensent.blogspot.com/feeds/114802280117518168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28367895&amp;postID=114802280117518168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28367895/posts/default/114802280117518168'/><link rel='self' 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hacked&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt;" erased both of my blogs, [the answer thing and the other one]. i dunno who or why. basta he or she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erased it&lt;/span&gt;. grr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hate you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the people who disappeared from my links, please leave a message in my cbox or comment. i'm terribly sorry. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please bear with me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28367895-114801923875557953?l=angel-heavensent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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