<?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-3476535199335554208</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:10:49.589+08:00</updated><category term='love'/><category term='blog'/><title type='text'>A Brat's Life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-1908676098034106438</id><published>2009-12-22T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:44:16.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I still do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;December 22, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can feel my heart slowly tightening again. Its starting to feel difficult to breathe. My head is throbbing. Probably because I haven't taken my dinner yet. I want to eat but nothing appeals to my taste right now. All I want to do is to curl up into a tiny little ball and squeeze all the pain inside of me until they all vanish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;December 18 would've been our 250th day together. I had been preparing for it because i kept on missing the other hundredths. Yes, I'm that cheesy. I wanted to make December 18 special because it was also supposed to be our Christmas celebration because he was set to leave the next day. And yes, that was supposed to be the last day we'd be together for this year. When we could be together again, that I don't know anymore. It breaks my fuckin' heart to not know the answer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't understand why things had to end up like this. I love him. He loves me. I couldn't understand why love isn't enough to keep us together. How could I possibly move on and let go of someone who I know still loves me back? I want to hold on. I want to fight for us. I know I would hate myself if I let this risk go because I know there is still a great possibility for us to be happy again. Together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I've been weak. I chose to give up on us. I wanted to keep fighting for us but I'm just too weak and I hate myself for it. I left. Not because I don't trust him anymore but because I'm just too damn afraid to be hurt again. So much for weakness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-1908676098034106438?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1908676098034106438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=1908676098034106438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/1908676098034106438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/1908676098034106438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-i-still-do.html' title='You know I still do.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-8558602223726230877</id><published>2009-10-19T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:04:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minsan kahit ikaw ang naka-schedule, kelangan mo pa rin maghintay dahil hindi ikaw ang priority. -Bob Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do people get hurt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because we expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We expect that today will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We expect nothing bad will happen today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yet, even if we expect the bad things to happen, something worse will suddenly happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was expecting this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yes, it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But why am i still hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe because I thought it would hurt less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I already expected it to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or maybe because by expecting it to not to happen, i unconsciously expected it that it will not happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balhblahblah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sana matapos na bukas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parang kanina lang, ang saya-saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tapos biglang, boom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello, world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel sad, Kk? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-8558602223726230877?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8558602223726230877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=8558602223726230877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8558602223726230877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8558602223726230877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2009/10/non-sense.html' title='Non-sense'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-582191417035102939</id><published>2009-06-09T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:27:47.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm contemplating whether i'm reliving(?) this blog or not. I've got so much thoughts in me but I don't know if it's right to put them here because something tells me it would only make everything else more complicated. So I don't really know. Until then, I shall keep everything to myself. Pag naloka na ko, sign na un na kailangan ko na uli magblog. Ciao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-582191417035102939?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/582191417035102939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=582191417035102939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/582191417035102939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/582191417035102939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-4926606459375262312</id><published>2009-05-21T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:29:06.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait and have faith.</title><content type='html'>IF only I could a little bit more INSENSITIVE, then life would have been easier to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-4926606459375262312?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4926606459375262312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=4926606459375262312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/4926606459375262312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/4926606459375262312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2009/05/wait-and-have-faith.html' title='Wait and have faith.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-2174183836813129636</id><published>2009-04-18T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:13:54.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you.</title><content type='html'>Right now, all i want is for you to be right here beside me and tell me that everything will be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-2174183836813129636?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2174183836813129636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=2174183836813129636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/2174183836813129636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/2174183836813129636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-8585360207573138962</id><published>2009-04-08T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:13:35.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss. Three times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Things change. Quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I never thought I'd feel this way towards something I used to love so much. I saw this coming but I never really saw myself so submerged in this situation. Outside the situation. I'm drowning. I'm trying to fight the current but I just can't find the way up to the surface again. I know I can be saved. Heck, I can even save myself. Being in this ocean has thought me how to swim in different strokes. But do i really want to be saved? I'm lost for words. I just want this feeling to end. I miss everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-8585360207573138962?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8585360207573138962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=8585360207573138962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8585360207573138962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8585360207573138962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-three-times.html' title='I miss. Three times.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-8922337752035404537</id><published>2009-01-25T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:45:11.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared.</title><content type='html'>Now, this is the part where i will suddenly take a halt and think about what happened in the past few weeks of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying right now- writing that friggin' script about pots, reading that brain-draining reading about human communication, and yeah, drafting my interview script for my interview prod on wednesday. But for some unknown reason, i feel very uneasy. I feel like something is not right. I can't particularly point out what's causing me this feeling. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my heart. haha. If only it were that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt how it's like to ride a roller coaster? Ako, hindi pa. Because no matter how much I try to, I just can't find enough guts to take the ride. That tempting ride. But instincts tell me this is how it feels like. THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nauseing mix of fear and excitement. You want to take the challenge the ride is daring you to take but something is holding you back. Something very strong but something you can't even see. You want to submit yourself to the ride because you know all too well that you'll be fine but you just can't do it. You start thinking what ifs. You wonder about all the negative things that might happen. The fear suddenly becomes greater than the excitement. Konti nalang, papayag ka na. Pero... pero... pero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just shut up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blabbering non-sense again, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a squeeze. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-8922337752035404537?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8922337752035404537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=8922337752035404537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8922337752035404537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8922337752035404537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/scared.html' title='Scared.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-7919098842084658187</id><published>2009-01-24T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:58:58.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Statement :)</title><content type='html'>It feel super nice to live life when you've got every reason to be happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-7919098842084658187?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7919098842084658187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=7919098842084658187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7919098842084658187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7919098842084658187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2009/01/statement.html' title='Statement :)'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-4637892084484815525</id><published>2008-12-06T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:56:38.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickmelt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Gabriela Montez singing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Because I liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I thought you felt it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm such a cheeeeeeeese. Melt me now. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-4637892084484815525?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4637892084484815525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=4637892084484815525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/4637892084484815525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/4637892084484815525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/quickmelt.html' title='Quickmelt'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-8761943546519067404</id><published>2008-12-06T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:27:51.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerely happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sometimes fooling yourself to believing what you want to believe in can surely make you really happy in the beginning but really sad in the long run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know. I should know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But what the hell. Happiness is a choice. I'm choosing to be happy. This is what's making me happy. Although I can clearly see that I'm just submerging myself into foolishness, I still can't help it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I tired to fight it. I really did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But again, what the hell. I'd rather be temporarily happy than not be happy at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So yeah, somebody shut me down fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-8761943546519067404?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8761943546519067404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=8761943546519067404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8761943546519067404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8761943546519067404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/12/sincerely-happy.html' title='Sincerely happy.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-3886226543359334506</id><published>2008-11-25T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:41:02.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm feeling really ambivalent about the Broad Ass Month nearing its end. I'm scared of December. But I'm more scared of 2009. I'm such a scaredy cat. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I've been fighting the urge to not cry in front of everyone earlier during our meeting. Everything's just piling up. I don't know how to feel anymore. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Life's a big bitch. Demmit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-3886226543359334506?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3886226543359334506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=3886226543359334506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/3886226543359334506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/3886226543359334506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/11/raining-inside.html' title='Raining inside'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-2377371142048339022</id><published>2008-11-01T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:19:54.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The day i've been so looking forward to (or not) has finally arrived. It's already November 1. I can die now. Wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback to everything that happened during the last three weeks of my life. For some stubborn reason, i stopped writing on my planner since the 2nd week of October. I don't know. Maybe I just felt too busy to do so or maybe I just felt too stubborn that I'd rather not remember all the stupid things that I did during the last three weeks of my life. I know, there were also a lot of ups during the course of the last three weeks of October. Just like our very successful BC121 finals or the Bataan Getaway that I had with the Assers. But generally, I'm really not sure. as I'm typing random thoughts now, all I can think of as I flashback to three weeks from now are the stupid things that I did which consequently led me to where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have looooooooooooooooooooads of stuff that I need to do for our grand celebration this November. It's my fault actually that I'm still not through with some of my responsibilities- no, slash the some- with most of my responsibilities. I don't know. Maybe because for a time I just reached my saturation point where I had to stop and rethink everything that I did and is still doing and ask myself if it's still worth it, if it still makes me happy, if it's still what I want. Right now, I just know that I HAVE TO DO THEM because I believe that someday everything WILL BE WORTH IT, everything WILL MAKE ME HAPPY, and yes, everything WILL BE WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED. Considering our stituation right now, someday may or may not arrivhie. But I really do pray for the former. I still pray for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello November 3. Now, I can reeeeeally die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 3 is Judgment day. haha. Now, I'm really going back to the real world. I'll see the people who I want and don't want to see. I'll, no, this time WE'LL start working on our tasks together. Yes, it was hard, very hard actually, to work alone. Considering my stubborn attitude, it was very difficult for me to accomplish something during the sembreak because of the lack of motivation. I could have motivated myself, I know. But I was so friggin lost. I don't know. Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. In 4 hours time, i'll be travelling to my university. I'm really scared. As in scared. I don't know what to expect. I honestly missed, err, still miss the assers. But aside from that. Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another scatterbrain post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judgment Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No to TEMPTATION please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save Me. pewpepewpew. I feel like i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-2377371142048339022?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2377371142048339022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=2377371142048339022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/2377371142048339022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/2377371142048339022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/11/unfinished.html' title='unfinished'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-1627917112337282990</id><published>2008-10-14T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:43:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Action Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;On October 15, Wednesday, we in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggerskapihan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Bloggers Kapihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; invite Filipino bloggers to participate in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogactionday2008.bloggerskapihan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Blog Action Day 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; by taking a stand on poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Poverty is a reality that we cannot deny. We see it everyday. Many live with and in it 24/7. The imperative now is to change this situation. The Blog Action Day 2008 is an opportunity to get poverty out from under the rug where the government has consigned it. We hope that through this renewed focus on poverty, it will be a new start to better understand and not hide it, to offer real solutions not fake ones, to salve the poor people’s wounds and not give them doleouts.If you want to join Blog Action Day 2008, there are a number of things you can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;1. Blog about poverty on Oct. 15. Share your your ideas on how we as a people should confront it. You may also write about the bright future ahead if we manage to finally solve poverty that, contrary to much-trumpeted statistics, continue to deny millions of our people the benefits of freedom, justice, democracy and prosperity. You may suggest links on poverty and how Filipinos are getting by or, better yet, share powerful and compelling of Filipinos taking action against poverty. Others may post photos and videos on or of our poor people that show their dignity amid their daily struggles to eke out a living. You may also start an online debate on anti-poverty measures amid the financial crisis gripping the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;2. Popularize the event by inviting other bloggers to go to this site, post the some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogactionday2008.bloggerskapihan.com/?p=28"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;buttons and banners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; on your blog and make sure to link back to this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;3. Donate money or your personal to concrete actions that empower the poor and marginalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;No doubt about it, now is the time to think and act on poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;If you choose to act, thank you in advance and kindly do the following so we and the world would know Filipinos taking a stand on poverty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogactionday.org/en/blogs/new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Register&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; and post a comment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogactionday2008.bloggerskapihan.com/?p=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; if you intend to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;In your Oct. 15 blog post on poverty, please link to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogactionday2008.bloggerskapihan.com/?p=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;this post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Grab this button and help us popularize Blog Action Day 2008 on your site:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257003611280799154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/SPSg7oFWdbI/AAAAAAAAABw/uiY99VrRmbQ/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So there. Here's the link...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogactionday2008.bloggerskapihan.com/?p=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;http://blogactionday2008.bloggerskapihan.com/?p=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-1627917112337282990?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1627917112337282990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=1627917112337282990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/1627917112337282990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/1627917112337282990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-action-day.html' title='Blog Action Day'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/SPSg7oFWdbI/AAAAAAAAABw/uiY99VrRmbQ/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-1696433162584948274</id><published>2008-10-14T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:24:05.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Shempre naman diba, in the midst of my chaotic life, i can still find time to blog. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sort of okay now. Better. Way way better than last night. After typing my last blog entry, i really felt super weak. And as much as i hated going home in the middle of unfinished acads stuff, i felt too weak to insist that i stay here in my boarding house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I had my check-up earlier this afternoon. Honestly, i felt sort of disappointed when i foudn out that my illness isn't one of those high-sounding disease I was expecting it to be. Minsan na nga lang ako magkakasakit, pabonggahin naman na natin. haha. Kidding aside, according to my doctor, I have Acute Viral Infection with Gastritis and Low Grade Fever. Yeah, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mommy: Doc, kasi laging hindi kumakain yan. Nagpapalipas ng gutom. Saka nagdidiet din kasi iyan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Doctor: Naku, masama iyan... (explains how Ulcer develops) Bibigyan kita ng gamot kaso tataba ka dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Joyce looks at mommy with a very worried face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Joyce: Tataba po ako? Wala na po bang ibang gamot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;hahaha. Imagine the horror in my face when the doctor said i'd gain weight by taking my medication. Haha. Anyway. Myca, Roxy, Longjay and I were having dinner earlier. According to Longjay, kung sa kanya daw ako nagpa-check-up, simple lang ang diagnosis niya sakin, fatigue and stress. You know, right? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;So there. 3 hours to go, Wednesday na. Presentation na ng 121 short films namin. And at 5am later, magshooshoot pa kami ng 2 sequences. How perfect can we get, right? weh. at least, may direksyon pa naman kami. We can do this. I know. I so know. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;And lastly, because I'm feeling gaga again, let me just pour my bottle of WHINE here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;To you. As much as i want to say this to you in person, i can't. I hate you. I really really hate you. You make breathing so hard for me. Okay naman eh. Okay naman ako, ang lahat, pag wala ka. I can survive without you. Why do you have to complicate my life? eh. I hate you. Do me a favor. Go and be gone forever. I'll miss you but life will be so much easier that way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;PS. Don't worry, I also hate myself- just in case you find out that it's you i'm talking about here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-1696433162584948274?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1696433162584948274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=1696433162584948274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/1696433162584948274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/1696433162584948274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-me.html' title='I hate me.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-5381889782348309530</id><published>2008-10-13T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:35:11.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;My body finally gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;After weeks of not sleeping, not eating, not taking any rest, blah bla, my body gave up on me. I woke up this morning feeling really nauseous. My stomach was aching so badly. My head was throbbing but the pain was bearable. The urge to puke was really driving me insane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mommy and I have a couple of theories why I'm feeling this way. First, I was food poisoned by the food that we ate in the debut party that I attended last night. Second, according to mom, this is ulcer. I wasn't eating properly lately because of stress and diet due to my desperate want to shrink. My present figure is really pulling my confidence down. I'm being very superficial, i know. Anyway, lastly, burnout. I'm abusing myself too much that this morning, it gave up on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Right now, i feel very weak. I can feel my head throbbing although the headache is still very tolerable. I can feel my hands shaking. I can feel the weakness of my body. My back aches badly. My arms feel too heavy to function. My legs can't afford to stand. I can't even talk. My energy is so down that merely talking makes me feel so dead tired already. I pant between words. I can still feel my stomach aching although it's also much more tolerable now as compared to how i felt early this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to sleep. I want to take a break. I want to breathe fresh air. I want to feel alive again. But i can't. I simply can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today's the 2nd day of our lamayan editing for our BC 121 TV Production class. Of course, hindi lang BC 121 ang class ko. I also have a number of other things i have to attend to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I am supposed to be in a shoot today. now. We are shooting the remaining 2 sequences of our short film- the final requirement for our TV Prod class. But I chose not to go. I won't be of any help anyway, which adds up to my frustrations for today because of my failure to attend to my duties as the director of this production. Demmit. I am just so lucky to have Dina and Karen as my groupmate. Thanks team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, so so so many things are really bugging me right now. I am supposed to be resting but my mind's constantly wandering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I still have to finish our BC 121 short film. We've only finished one third of it and our deadline's on wednesday already. Which reminds me, we still have to prepare for our mini event on wednesday. We'll be putting the presentation of our short films in public. Everybody's invited to join. And yes, i still haven't accomplished anything for this event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Demmit. I'm feeling nauseous again. I want to puke. I hate myself. I'm such a weakling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway. Aside from my BC 121, i still have to complete my incomplete for my MPs 177 class. I'm okay with the SQ already. I just have to patch up and polish everything for the script. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;There's also our COM RES 101 paper, which, according to our adviser, is very problematic. I want to die now. We only have one week to go before the submission of our final paper and we're not even halfway through our study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then there's our Comm120 class. Media Law. I have three cases to report. INC v CA, Estrada v Desierto, and the Motion for Reconsideration for the Estrada v Desierto case. I'm already familiar with the cases. I just have to muster everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;My BC 103 is also super messed up. I still have three scripts that I need to submit. I'm almost one month late in submitting these papers. I want to vanish. Right now. weh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;We'll also be having the Final Production for our Radio Performance class this week. Ma'am Pinky's expecting so much from us. I don't want to let her down again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;But things doesn't end in my academic life. I've been missing so much on my responsibilities in Broad Ass. Marketing, Dulaang Kapiterya, Mascapade, Grand Alumni Homecoming, Broad Ass Month. Babawi ako, promise. Goodbye sem break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;And as if physical and mental pain are not yet enough, then enter emotional dilemmas. For the longest time i've been fooling myself to believe what I want to believe. I'm sort of aware that there is already something going on but still, i chose to be really selfish. I chose my own happiness. No. Scrap that. I chose my own pseudo-happiness. I thought i was getting to where I want to be. At least, i thought. Reality's been slapping reality to my face but i still chose to be insensitive. And now, the karma's on me. I just want to cry and run, run really far far away whenever this reality enters my already battered mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I promised myself before that i wouldn't fall for somebody who can't love me back. But some things are just out of my control. I don't know. I feel so lost. I don't know if i'm in love. Sometimes i feel like it. Sometimes i choose to not entertain the feeling. I don't know. I feel really lost. Completely lost. I feel shattered. And i don't know anymore how i'm going to pick up the pieces of me that's just so tired of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Somebody told me that in cases like this, what i can just do is to wallow on my shittyness then move on. I know how to wallow. I just don't know how to move on. bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I hate myself. I'm such a weakling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-5381889782348309530?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5381889782348309530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=5381889782348309530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/5381889782348309530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/5381889782348309530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/10/weakling.html' title='Weakling'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-348557883518734353</id><published>2008-10-03T03:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:24:58.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolog Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Another entry that I found in my drafts. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I edited this entry again. hahaha. had to delete some parts. hahaha. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dated September 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;should i or should i not? I'm honestly contemplating big time whether or not i should post this certain blog entry that i wrote out of sheer happiness. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the downside of blogging, as they always say: you can't tell EVERYTHING in your blog. As much as i want to go into details of everything, i can't. It'll only make my life crazier. So so so. Compromise. I'll only post a fraction of my uber long blog entry, which until now i haven't finished yet. weeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para jologs, tatagalugin ko na... Itodo na natin ang ka-jologs-ang ito. Magpaka-jologs na tayong lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Pero ewan. Hindi ko alam. Hindi kita maintindihan eh. Naguguluhan talaga ko. Hindi ko talaga alam kung anong paniniwalaan. Ang alam ko lang, kung ano nararamdaman ko. Ang alam ko lang makita pa lang kita... Sabi sayo eh, iba epekto mo sakin. Kung anu-ano na nasasabi ko dito... Pero gaya nga ng sabi ko, ang alam ko lang kung ano ang nararamdaman ko. Iyong nararamdaman mo, wala akong ideya kung ano. Kaya naguguluhan ako... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;weh. hinto. tigil. stop. enough. ayun lamang po. iyong kasunod? pag-iisipan ko muna kung ilalagay ko dito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Actually, thinking about it, it doesn't really matter whether i post the complete message here or not. You don't read blogs. You won't read my blog. And in the first place, you don't even know that it's you i'm talking about here. Gaga kasi ako eh. I know, right? I can go on and on babbling about you without you knowing that i'm actualy babbling about you. Hayhay. BUT! shemps there's still this part of me which thinks and would really love to believe otherwise. Right. the gaga side of me. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-348557883518734353?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/348557883518734353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=348557883518734353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/348557883518734353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/348557883518734353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/10/jolog-post.html' title='Jolog Post'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-861041940836761155</id><published>2008-10-03T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:03:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM SO FRIGGIN' TIRED. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-861041940836761155?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/861041940836761155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=861041940836761155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/861041940836761155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/861041940836761155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-rant.html' title='Random Rant'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-7014009772444311425</id><published>2008-09-26T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:55:46.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ang dami ko palang blog posts na nasa draft lang. haha. Ung iba, wala kasi akong lakas ng loob na i-post. Ung iba, ayaw tanggapin ng blogger (Or maybe they're just not meant to be posted). Ung iba, hindi ko lang natatapos isulat. Kunwari, ito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was okay. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weh. I want to strangle people right now. As in right now. Nakakainis talaga. Leche. Leche. Leche. And as much as i want to tell them how i feel right now, i can't. I just can't. foootra. Aaaaaaaaargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. So much for my whining. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. I can't understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i stopped typing this entry because i was with him/her when i was typing this entry. Kung puwede lang talaga manampal ng walang rason, ginawa ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. I HATE YOU. dermiit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-7014009772444311425?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7014009772444311425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=7014009772444311425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7014009772444311425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7014009772444311425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/wala-lang.html' title='Wala lang'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-6236406607967140088</id><published>2008-09-20T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:44:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bool-sheet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-6236406607967140088?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6236406607967140088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=6236406607967140088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/6236406607967140088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/6236406607967140088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/bool-sheet.html' title='bool-sheet.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-5541793999760287861</id><published>2008-09-19T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:45:58.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of my busy life. I blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll save my speech-slash-birthday gift for you later. After my bc102 prod. After we revise our comm res101. After we rehearse for DK. After i survive this day. IF i survive this day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh well. Because i love life and i lovelife, i feel "senti" again. Die this jelly ace inside of me. Die you. Die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Wadapaaak. procrastination is love. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;_________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here's an interesting survey i found in friendster. I've been meaning to answer this but i'll also save this for tomorrow. hahaha. i'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female survey: dont chicken out girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your password have to do with a boy?&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing a guy can do to make you like them?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a girly girl?&lt;br /&gt;Small or big purses?&lt;br /&gt;What are the signs you like a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy drama?&lt;br /&gt;Do you stay friends with your ex's?&lt;br /&gt;Did you dress up on Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;Do you call anybody by their last name?&lt;br /&gt;How many guys will read this just because it says "FEMALE SURVEY"&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear makeup?&lt;br /&gt;Can you put on mascara without opening your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cooked food for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been called a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken a guy's heart?&lt;br /&gt;Eyeliner or Mascara?&lt;br /&gt;American Eagle or Hollister?&lt;br /&gt;Heels or flats?&lt;br /&gt;Skirts or jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Heels or sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;Straight or curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;Hoops or dangling earrings?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer light or dark haired guys?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your life?&lt;br /&gt;Ever walked into the guy's bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slapped a boy in the face?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish you were famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;IN A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy or gangsta?&lt;br /&gt;Preppy or Punk/Goth?&lt;br /&gt;Well-educated or Dropout?&lt;br /&gt;Contacts or Glasses?&lt;br /&gt;Good cook or took you out a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Funny or Serious?&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or Daredevil?&lt;br /&gt;Cute or Hot?&lt;br /&gt;Long or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;Smoker or nonsmoker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm excited to answer this survey. hahaha. But for now, tutulog muna ko. hahaha. Patay patay na sa radio performance ko mamaya. hahaha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-5541793999760287861?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5541793999760287861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=5541793999760287861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/5541793999760287861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/5541793999760287861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-midst-of-my-busy-life-i-blog.html' title='In the midst of my busy life. I blog.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-3816786599774969865</id><published>2008-09-17T02:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:58:02.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebeboor Look-a-like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm sooooooooo overflowing with acads, org, acads, org, acads, org, acads and ooooooooorg stuff to dooooo's. oh well, papel. I asked for this. I wanted this. I'll endure this. Go Supergirl! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anywaaaaaaaay, i'm just taking a few minutes off from SUPEREVP-ing. Love life muna. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I was browsing through multiply when I came through a couple of pictures which reminded me of somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;The folder contained pictures of Deborah's debut party. More specifically, it contained pictures of Dino Imperial who super duper resembles somebody i haven't seen for quite a while. Deborah was a schoolmate from CalSci. Somebody was also from CalSci. hahaha. Promise. High school people would definitely agree with me on this. Here are the pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246694079067002690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/SNAAd3vvF0I/AAAAAAAAABo/pTnzL2m3NVc/s400/P9137591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246693269912408930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/SM__uxaP02I/AAAAAAAAABY/5BgOAax3BHY/s400/P9137595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;So there. Di ba? Come on. Don't THEY look super alike? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay. Yun lang. Mooooove on. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-3816786599774969865?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3816786599774969865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=3816786599774969865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/3816786599774969865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/3816786599774969865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/bebeboor-look-like.html' title='Bebeboor Look-a-like.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/SNAAd3vvF0I/AAAAAAAAABo/pTnzL2m3NVc/s72-c/P9137591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-3552211381647230495</id><published>2008-09-14T00:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:53:30.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Galooooooooore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I'm slowly losing grip of my sanity. hahaha. I found this really jolog survey in the midst of my EVP-ing and Acad Mode. haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG SURVEY. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CONFESSIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Is anything wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- WIth me? I think so. I haven't really been feeling well these past few days. More of emotional stress, actually. There are just so many things that are happening at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Would you kiss anyone on your top friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I erased my list of featured friends in friendster about a couple of months ago. Why? Simply because I could no longer feel the same attachment that bound us together before. Everything's changed now. It would be hard to go back to how it used to be. I may be the most idealistic person Camille knows but I'm really not feeling very idealistic about us. Again, so many things have already changed. I couldn't even look at her in the eye. I hate her so much that  just the mere thought of her exasperates me already. Don't get me wrong. I tried to reach out. I did my part. I even visited her when the need to do so arouse. I did my part as her friend. But i felt her blocking me off. And I'm just not the type of person who begs for attention. If you don't like me, fine. I would do my part to change how you feel and to make you feel how i feel. But it takes two to tango. And to hope that she'll do her part is just whatever. I'm so sick and tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ayun naman. 2nd quetsion palang. hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Do you want to go to college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I'm already in college. And I love my college. I love my course. I'm having so much fun. I'm enjoying school. And everything about school. Note: School. Meaning Academics. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I want three! haha. Two princes and a little princess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Would pass for a yes. haha. Mommy and i are not super close. I don't tell her my super secrets. But we get along. We clash sometimes because we have the same personality but, yeah, our would pass as something good. As for my Dad, he's usually away. I don't get the chance to talk to him as often as i want to. We weren't brought up in a very chummy way by my parents although i could feel that they're trying to reach out to us. This one's a long story. Don't get me started. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. What did you do for your last birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Had my dream 'fairy tale' debut. It was very beautiful. It wasn't perfect but it was just right. It was what i wanted. It made me really happy. Big thanks to everyone who showed me their love for me by being in my party. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln19"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Lying on my bed. Listening to my ipod shuffle. Thinking about how stupid I was to believe in something that doesn't exist. Thinking about how i can start life again. And thinking... thinking... thinking... while listening to cheeeeeesy music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;8. Name something you cannot wait for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- CCSHS Alumni Homecoming. I want to know if there is still something there. Here. So i can finally move on. Totally. Completely. Yes. Cheesy. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;9. What is one thing you would change in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- As much as I want to change so many thing in my ultramega erroneous life, i wouldn't. Because wherever, whatever, whoever I am now is where, what, who He wants me to be. I don't believe in living in regrets. I believe that life is good when we're having fun (bambini, 2005). hahaha. I may have done sooooo many 'kagagahans' but that's me. And i've learned to love the imperfect me. Although alam ko naman na perfect talga ako. charows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;10. Last thing you ate/drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Chocolate. It's called emotional eating. Man, i'm destroying my diet because of my stupid heartache. whahahahahaha. erase. erase. No heartaches. Gaga lang talaga ako. hahahaha. NExt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln32"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11. Whats your favorite month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln33"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- December, January, February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln34"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln35"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12. What is your least favorite month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln36"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I don't know. Wala????? I really don't know. wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" id="ln38"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. Do you like peanut butter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln41"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Yep! Peanut butter and jelly sandwich is the best. Pwede na rin ung peanut butter ni Kuya Monay sa UP. Kahit na mahal, masarap naman. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;14. Who's making you feel the way you are right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln44"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- hahahahaha. Stupid Question. hahahaha. Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. weh. leche. naalala ko tuloy. hahaha. tama na. next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Most visited web pages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln47"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Yahoomail, Friendster, Multiply, Facebook, Blogger, Google. The first one, for the most obvious reason. The next 4, for keeping connections tight. and for stalking purposes. hahaha. The latter for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;16. Last person to make you mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln48"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Can't remember. Her? Please go back to number 2. hahahaha. or if not her, myself, maybe? hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln50"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;17. Pepsi or coke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln51"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I'm not fond of softdrinks. Too much sugar makes me feel bloated and just plain sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln53"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;18. Have you hugged anyone in the past week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln54"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- yep! I think. JV, some assers, and LOIS, my dear puppy. :) Note that, the question was who I hugged not who hugged me. I honestly need one. as in. right now. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln56"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;19. Fun thing to look forward to this month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- CMC Alumni Homecoming. Meeting prominent CMC alumni. Aside from that, i don't know anymore. I'm so tired already. I just want to take a break from everything. But I can't. I have to work. work. work. And September means work. So yeah, nothing really 'FUN' to look forward to. Just same old boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;20. What do you think about your siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln62"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- uhg. Kristina's so into her boyfriend. very high school. JV's thinner and is full of energy. Very elementary. I hope i have what they have. Time and love life. demmit. I am, ugh, toxic. Very college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;21. Do you have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln63"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Yep! LOIS. my cute hush puppy. He's actually sleeping under my chair right now. cute. She makes me happy. now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln65"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;22. What's your favorite number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln66"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 06. Since grade school. I don't know why. I just like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln67"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln68"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;23. What do you do after school/work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln69"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- After school, i attend to my responsibilities in Broad Ass. or if i'm feeling too lazy to do so, i hang out with the assers. We kill time talking about anything and everything. We eat. We go wherever. We play. We watch. We do whatever. Then we go home. To sleep. no, erase that. We go home, to study til morning. Then go back to school. We hardly sleep. That's toxic. That's life. Saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln71"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;24. Do you know how to swim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln72"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- No! I want to learn how. Pero nabaon na siya sa limot. hahaha. SOmeday. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln73"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" id="ln74"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;26. Do you have a crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Yeah! I stalked him today. Googled. Friendstered. Multiply-ed. Which reminds me. I'll facebook-search him. hahaha. ayun. walang lumabas. demmmit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln77"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FRIEND CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln78"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Are you jealous of one or more of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln78');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln79"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- ugh. hmmm. hahahaha. i think i am. hahaha. jologs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln81"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Have you known any of your friends your whole life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln81');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln82"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- by whole, meaning since birth? Nope. Some i met during elem days, some during high school, and some just now. College. But yeah, some of them, i feel like i've been with them since birth. Friends are treasures. I value them so much. (pakshirt. cheeeeeeeeeese! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln82');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln83');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln84"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;3. Are any of your friends taller than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln84');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln85"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- naman! Kiki! hahaha. and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln85');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln86');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln87"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;4. Have you ever been mad by a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln87');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln88');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln89"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- First, construct your question properly. Second, yes. Please go back to question number 2 under confessions. hahaha. Don't get me started. Life's a bitch. And so am I. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln89');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln90"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Do you have your friend's phone number's memorized?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln90');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln91');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln92');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln93"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- No. Errr. no. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;6. Have you lost or forgotten a friends phone number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln93');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln94');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln95');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln96"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- yes. I have a very bad memory. hahaha. and bad attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;7. Have you been to most of your friends houses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln96');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln97');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln98');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln99"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Their places? Nope. But most of them had been to mine. It has always been that way since high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;8. Do you love most of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln99');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I love my friends. Period. If i don't love you, you're not a friend. You're just an acquaintance or a colleague or WAS a friend. haha. labo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln102"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HABIT CONFESSIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln102');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln103');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln104"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Do you play with things when nervous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln104');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- I play with everythign within reach. I also bte my nails. But I'm trying so hard to suppress it. That's why i alse have them manicured and painted daintily. So i could fight the urge to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln106');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln107"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Do you have an odd obsession with knives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln107');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln108"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Duhr?! None. But I have an odd obsession over super super super soft pillows. and marshmallows. and gelatins. hahahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln108');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln109');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln110"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Do you sleep with the door open or closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln110');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln111');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln112');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln113"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Closed. I love privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. Is there at least one sound you can't stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln113');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln114');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln115');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln116"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Right now? Her voice. hahahahaha. and his voice. Pwede ba silang burahin sa mundo? hahaha. or ako nalang burahin niyo sa mundo. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. What is your worst habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln116');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln117');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln118');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln117"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- whining and whining and whining and whining. and if i get tired of whining, i'll start ranting and ranting and ranting. Then i'll whine again and so on. haahahahaha. I'm seniora reklamadora. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln119"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOVE CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln119');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln120"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Do you currently like/love someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln120');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln121');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln121"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- can i skip this? I don't know. I'm confused. hahaha. I think both. I'm in like and in love with two different people. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln122"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln122');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln123"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Do you want to kill one of your ex's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln123');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln124"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I've never had an ex because i'm an NBSB. BuT! I want to kill somebody right now. I don't want to see him ever again because it's just so hard for me to see him. I lose all my defenses when I see him. I hate him so much but i hate myself more because I know that no matter how much I hate him, I cannot hate him enough to not be moved by him, to not be controlled by him, to not fall for him. shet. die me. die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln124');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln125"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln125');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln126"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Has one of your crushes ever called you self-centered before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln126');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln127"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- hahahaha. oo, ata. i can't remember. I theeenk. hahaha. Oo. Because I am. I love myself, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln127');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln128');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln129"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln129');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln130"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Do you think abortions are horrible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln130');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln131');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln132"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- They are. I understand why people had to go through them. But I really just can't take the idea of killing something and someone at their most innocent state. Jozko. Walang kalaban-laban ung mga bata. As much as these mothers didn't want to be pregnant at the wrong time, these kids also didn't want to be made at the wrong time. They didn't ask for it. Wala silang kasalanan. Bakit sila ang dapat na magbayad. Bakit sila ang dapat isacrifice? oh well. i can go on and on and on. But i better stop now. I'm tired. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln132');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln133"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Are you against or think gay marriage is bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln133');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" id="ln134"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Who am I to stop people from being 'so happy together'? Again, much like in my argument in the first issue, i don't think these gay people wanted to be any 'different' in the first place. Some would argue that they can choose to not be gay. But I don't know. I think if you're meant to be a gay, you'll be one. Whether you like it or not. And as for us, girls and boys, we are very well awared that we, you, can never get to choose who to fall in love with. We can decide who to learn how to love but we can never choose who we'll fall in love with. That's why it's called 'falling' in love in the first place. There's this invisible gravity that pulls us towards somewhere really unexpected. And much like us, they too 'fall' in love with people. hahaha. and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln134');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln135');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln136"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is pink an ugly color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln136');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Are you seriously asking me that question? hahaha. Pink is LOVE. I can go on with another 99 reasons why pink is beautiful but i'd rather save that for another post. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln138');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln139"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Needles aren't so horrible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln139');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- No. I''ve experienced worse. hahahahha. Paddle? charos lang. hahahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln141');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" id="ln142"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. You have plenty of secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln142');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- hahahahaha. naman. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. I better end this na. Ciao. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln144');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-3552211381647230495?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3552211381647230495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=3552211381647230495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/3552211381647230495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/3552211381647230495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/confessions-galooooooooore.html' title='Confessions Galooooooooore.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-7850334261701474210</id><published>2008-09-12T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:03:08.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abstraction is beautiful when people come up with their own interpretation re whatever it is they're interpreting. So there. Bahala na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some stupid reason, i'm in a very low point right now. I knew this was going to come. I actually saw it coming. I knew all along. It was/is happening right in front of me. But I just didn't mind. Again. I just didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was stupid for a while. Swept away by you. And now i feel, like a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I was too selfish. I was too in love with myself. I was too pre-occupied with my own happiness. It has always been a me-world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Who wouldn't be? I was enjoying every piece of it. I was having so much fun. I fooled myself into believing that there really was something there. I held on to what other people made me believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's called Karma, babe. And it goes around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my own set of theories. I knew, at the back of my mind, that I was right. And they weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what they wanted me to believe... No, what they wanted me to see, which i chose to believe, was something very beautiful- it's too tempting to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i had my own set of strong theories. Something I've been pushing myself to believe but just couldn't find enough guts to. It was a very tough decision. I tried to fight it. Honest. I did. I tried. But to no avail. I couldn't fight it. It was a difficult battle. I surrendered. I gave in. I became happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not for long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a coward. I am a selfish coward who'd rather indulge in her fantasies and be hurt in the long run than soak herself in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like realities. Realities hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could drown if i stay here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. This is reality. And yeah, I am hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wake up, Princess. Your Fairy Tale's over.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-7850334261701474210?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7850334261701474210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=7850334261701474210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7850334261701474210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7850334261701474210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-random-thoughts.html' title='Random Random thoughts.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-1107066566347441389</id><published>2008-09-11T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:20:36.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is brilliant. (and full of sarcasm)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss you blog. I want to kill somebody right now. hahaha. End. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-1107066566347441389?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1107066566347441389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=1107066566347441389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/1107066566347441389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/1107066566347441389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-is-brilliant-and-full-of.html' title='My life is brilliant. (and full of sarcasm)'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-6127890240429262504</id><published>2008-09-08T10:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:12:45.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You, Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This blogpost is two days overdue. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;About a week and two days ago, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i had one of the most beautiful dreams i've ever had&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost too fairy tale-like&lt;/span&gt;. And as i said in my previous post, it was sooo beautiful that the moment i realized that i was only dreaming, i refused to open my eyes and forced myself back to sleep. Hahaha. I'm quite well aware naman kasi that whatever i dreamt of that saturday morning was/is really far-fetched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now, fast forward to exactly one week after,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I had another beautiful dream&lt;/span&gt;. It's about somebody really really special. Had i dreamt of this in the past, i would've called it another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;miracle came true&lt;/span&gt;. But i don't know. I knew, while i was dreaming, that i wanted it. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;something has already changed&lt;/span&gt;. I liked how he felt towards me in my dream but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it wasn't what i was asking for&lt;/span&gt;. I was happy that i finally had his attention but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i was looking for something else.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or someone else. &lt;/span&gt;When i woke up, i kept thinking of my dream and him. There was still this weird-slash-happy-slash-excited feeling whenever i think of him but something really has already changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm trying to block off the idea that maybe i was/is feeling this way because somebody else has already occupied his space. Maybe. Possible. But it's really still too early to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving on is such a big idea&lt;/span&gt;. It has been so many years already and yet there's still something there, something unexplainable, that suddenly makes me feel weak whenever i think of what we had. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or never had&lt;/span&gt;. (pakshirt. ang cheesy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh well. I haven't seen him for 10 months already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Maybe I just miss him. big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;my dreams came true when i found you, my miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-6127890240429262504?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6127890240429262504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=6127890240429262504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/6127890240429262504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/6127890240429262504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-you-love.html' title='I Miss You, Love.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-5212817136493274786</id><published>2008-09-07T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:18:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Pep Squad did it AGAIN! CHEERS TO UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UP FIGHT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoooohoooO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang galing-galing! Congratulations UP! woohooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya talaga. Although i would be happier if i was there with the Assers. Eeeeh. Kasi naman, KJ 'tong dysmenorrhea ko. feeling ko talaga mamamatay na ko kanina. haha. Waaah. nakakainggit ung mga nasa Araneta! sayang talaga! waaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemmingwaaaaay! I'm so happy for UP! Number 1! Galing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assers. may naisip ako... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHIEF PRIMITIVO: TRIBOOOOO! SUGOOOOOD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. labo. pagpasok ng UP pep sa stage, DK kagad naisip ko. haha. panalo! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-5212817136493274786?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5212817136493274786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=5212817136493274786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/5212817136493274786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/5212817136493274786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/up-pep-squad-did-it-again-cheers-to-up.html' title='UP Pep Squad did it AGAIN! CHEERS TO UP!'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-152008297983391717</id><published>2008-09-07T03:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:17:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPERMAN is LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm so in love with SUPERMAN. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was another hell week but not as hell-ish as last last week. I had 2 productions to prepare for plus a comm res paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;My TUESDAY was half crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn't attend my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;journ101&lt;/span&gt; class because i felt so lazy to. hahaha. come on. that was the first time i did that this school year.  plus, there's not much to miss. just a couple of lectures. haha. stubborn mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only class that i attended that day was my i-wish-i-didn't-take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Media Law class&lt;/span&gt;. Given a choice, i would really love to drop that class. Not because I was having a hard time academically but because of something that's just not worth it. oh well. life sucks. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;WEDNESDAY. I DIDN'T HAVE A CLASS.&lt;/span&gt; but it was still mega tiring. I woke up early to do my EVP stuff. Then rushed to SC to have my pics for my Music Interpretation production printed out. Then met with Rona, Dina and Karen to rehearse my camera shots for my production. Exte meeting pa after. And as if i wasn't very very tired yet, i still had to go to SM to buy props for my Music Interpretation production. Then Mareng Carrie and I met with Longjay and Rox over dinner to discuss some Broad Ass stuff. Tapos, pag uwi sa bahay, prepare galore for my Music Interpretation production until 6 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THURSDAY. M.I. PRODUCTION DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;I overslept for 2 hours. I was only aiming for 3 hours of sleep. But no, nakatulog talaga ako ng bonggang-bongga. Good thing, we didn't have a class in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BC103 (radio scriptwriting class). &lt;/span&gt;Kundi naloka na talaga ako ng bonggang-bongga. so Ayun naman, muntik na ko malate at ma-5.0 ng walang kalaban-laban. BUT! I'll talk about this later. hahaha. Mahabang kuwento ito. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;FRIDAY. Comm res and BC 102 (Radio performance) overlapped.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We finished our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consultation with Ma'am Almond &lt;/span&gt;re our research instruments at around 1145am. We have to submit our final instruments by 4pm. My BC 102's at 1-4pm. Meaning, Dina, Karen and I only have 1 hour and 15 mins to finish everything. BUT! for more, Broad Ass genmeet's scheduled at 12pm, same day. We didn't have any choice but to skip the meeting to work on our paper. Good thing Roch took the  initiative to work on our paper while we're having our midterm performance for our BC 102 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BC 102 &lt;/span&gt;was crazy. Again, we disappointed Ma'am Pinky. Good thing we were able to redeem ourselves. During rehearsals, i was having a really hard time changing voices and avoiding falling into a pattern. The moment i got hold of the mic in the talent's booth of the radio studio, i literally shook away all the nervousness in me and ACTED in front of the mic while reading the script (as in with facial expression and hand gestures and all). I swear i could feel my knees wobbling big time. Gusto na talaga niyang bumigay habang binabasa ko ung script. But no, di puwede. As i read on, to my surprise, i was actually enjoying what i was doing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bottomline, Ma'am Pinky said I did pretty well.&lt;/span&gt; I was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing there was wifi in the radio studio because as soon as i finished my radio performance, i hurriedly logged on to meebo to chat with Roch and finish our Comm Res paper. Take note. i was doing this in front of Ma'am Pinky. ahahaha. Buti nalang nakapikit siya kapag nakikinig sa mga radio performers. :) We were able to finish it late but Ma'am Almond accepted our excuse, anyway. Weee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Masyado na tong mahaba. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO THURSDAY! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PRODUCTION TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I've been preparing for my production since last saturday. It ate most of my time and allowance. Broad Comm people sure know what i meant by this. Grabe lang talaga ang buhay sa mass comm. Haggard kung haggard! My TV Productions meant sooooo much to me. If there is a subject right now where i really want to excel in, that would be in my TV Prod class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first person in our class to have a three-camera set-up for a live production. Woohoo! Nagmamaganda lang talaga ako. hahaha.  Gusto ko lang pahirapan sarili ko. hahaha. Seriously now, I wanted to give my cameramen longer time to prepare for their shots. (Background: For our Music Interpreation Production (MI), we were asked to produce a LIVE music video using only stills and camera movements.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I was able to use my 10mins preparation time wisely. My 5-min airtime was a breeze. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything really went well. As in everything. I could already feel SUPER HAPPINESS creeping to my bones when i heard the bridge of SUPERMAN. Then i dissolved to VTR. Then i stopped the master tape. Faded out sound and vision. and thanked my crew. Then silence. Then SUPER HAPPINESS. Then everybody suddenly applauded. And Roch , my Tech director, and Jenin, my VTR person, hugged me at the same time. Then it dawned on me. I did it. I was SUUUUPER happy. Then i turned my director's chair to look at Ma'am Jane. She was smiling and mumbled something which sounded like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOOD JOB!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best feelings in the whole wide universe. I was SUUUUUUUUUUPER HAPPY! I hurriedly went down to the floor to thank my crew personally. Everybody was talking at the same time, mumbling words that were just too good to be true, but were REALLY TRUE. I hugged anybody and everybody i could reach. I was so overwhelmed with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERMAN, the song i chose for my MI, was the last live production that i had to do for my TV prod class and it was one of the best experiences i've had so far in my broad comm life. And i wouldn't have been able to do it without the help of my SUPER CREW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;SUPER THANK YOU CREW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DINA, KAREN, and RONA&lt;/span&gt; for being super great camerapersons. I coudln't thank you three enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICOLE&lt;/span&gt; for being such a great, perky and focused FD. I had fun talking with you over the headphone. haha. Your being relaxed helped me relax too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISCHI, BERYL, LINDO, MARIAN, ANJ and KAY&lt;/span&gt; for a job well done as my GFX persons. You made my life soooo much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRILLE and JENIN,&lt;/span&gt; my VTRpersons, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAM&lt;/span&gt;, my AE, for being very supportive. It was nice to have you all with me in the control room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIN&lt;/span&gt;, for being a great AD. I really appreciate your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCH&lt;/span&gt;, for being a very attentive, dependable and cool Tech Director. I swear, you really did a great job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, thanks to our beloved prof, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MA'AM JANE&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing kiss-ass here. I wouldn't have been able to do everything without her much effort to teach us what we had to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second to the last, thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROAD ASS&lt;/span&gt;. Really. I wouldn't have been able to do everything that i did in my MI production and even in my past productions without the knowledge that i was and still is getting from the org. It was in BROAD ASS that i first learned of the technical concepts of headroom, babad shots, and camera shots, and of course, the very concepts of time management and batch unity.  At marami pang iba. I love Broad Ass more than three times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but definitely not the least, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU GOD. You are the real SUPERMAN. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU ALL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my last week was super crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, I learned. (Nido, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-152008297983391717?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/152008297983391717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=152008297983391717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/152008297983391717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/152008297983391717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/superman-is-love.html' title='SUPERMAN is LOVE'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-4855712700181390684</id><published>2008-09-07T03:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:16:45.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Because blogger was crazy and i couldn't log in for the longest period of time, i resorted to blogging my scatterbrain thoughts in multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SQUEEZE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;September 01, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Somebody squeeze me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Promise.&lt;br /&gt;I just need one good squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;One super-duper-tight-i-can't-breathe-anymore squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just shut me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, reality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;August 30, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uy, BLOG! Musta? I missed you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a tormenting week of acad requirements, i finally went back home last friday afternoon. For those who know me, going home in a friday was something i wouldn't usually do. But, man, i was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly had a decent sleep last week. Define acads load talaga. I had a news copy which is worth 30% of my grade in Journ101and that gruelling report in Comm120, which until now i haven't finished doing, both due on tuesday. Then I had my DJ Production-slash-DZUP boarding on wednesday afternoon. Thursday morning, i had to submit a drama script for my radio scriptwriting class. It's 30% of my grade for that subject. Then the much anticipated Magazine Production for my TV Prod class. Both sumitted and performed on thursday. And to cap my week off, Comm res paper on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define sleepless. define haggard. define toxic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Right now, what matters most is that i was able to survive the really hell-ish week. I was average. Actually, a little above average. hehe. sige na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ayun naman. Kaya nung friday, pahinga galore. Ang sarap lang matulog nang walang iniisip. Actually, i still have so much to think about. Pero naman. pahinga muna. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ayun nga. *scatterbrain processing* haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday morning sleep was one of the best. Not only because i dozed off for a total of 12 hours straight but also because i had one of the most wonderful and beautiful dreams i've ever had since i knew sleeping. haha. labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO you remember that song by Cinderella, A Dream is A Wish Your Heart Makes? That is the perfect description for my dream. It was like a dream came true. and to be really cheesy about it. It was more like a fairy tale came true. hahaha. Promise. Ang saya talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos have you ever had those dreams which felt so real? as in parang totoo talaga? That's how it felt. haha. It felt so nice that the moment i realized i was just dreaming and was about to wake up, i refused to open my eyes. hahaha. As cheesy as it may sound, i didn't want the dream to end. Come on. Ang saya na eh. talaga. hehehe. Pag nangyari un sa totoong buhay, perfect na talaga. As in define happiness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sleep was so good that the moment i woke up, for real, i had this weird smile on my face. hahaha. I would've loved to talk more about my dream pero wag na lang. hahaha. baka mawala ung weird and happy feeling. hahaha. at saka para less controvery. I love peace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that whatever i dreamt of was never going to happen in reality. Actually, not that it's impossible because it's possible din naman in some ways to happen. But it's really complicated. haha. forgive my scatterbrain mode. Sabi nga ni Cinderella sa Rodgers and Hamerstein's version, Impossible things are happening everyday. So why not? Right? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Dream on, miss. haha. i know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ang predicament nalang ngayon, how i'm going to face the characters of my dream when i go back to reality. hahaha. baliw mode na naman, im sure. kasi naman eh. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun nga. Sabi nga ni kaibigang Cinderella, a dream is a wish your heart makes. It's not really a vision of what will happen in the future. It's more of what you're suppressing in your subconsciousness. And i wasn't even aware that i had, err, have those in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Reality. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M JUST TRYING TO LOOSEN UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;June 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Stressful!" I love it whenever Ma'am Pinky says this word. And yeah, stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has always been a roller coaster ride. and i'm still gaga as always. But i think what's really important now is that, no matter how crazy my life is, at least i have all the love that i need to get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sings* love. love. love. lalalove. makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. No, i'm not in love. I'm just full of love. And i love it. I'm very tired but i'm happy.The latter matters more than the former although it's a 70:30 ratio. So there. I'm a blabber. a happy blabber. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUHRAIZEH LIFE&lt;br /&gt;May 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In elementary and high school, we do the scientific process when we want to prove something. Pass or Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very fond of science. I'm not bad at it. I just don't like it. That's why i took Broadcast Communication as my course in college. And now, i'm stuck with my production and writing classes. And duhr, prod life's way way different from geeky science life. I'm sooo judgmental, i know. haha. You're only given one chance during a production. It's not a pass or fail experiment which you can do over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline, dahil wala akong mapaggamitan ng natutunan ko noong elementary and high school, gagamitin ko nalang siya sa buhay ko. haha. Great, right? Real-life application of classroom-learned lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SCIENTIFIC PROCESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. DEFINE THE QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;Question: Is she the one or is she not?&lt;br /&gt;- No. No. No. I'm not lesbo. haha. Teka, pano nga ulit magformulate ng question scientifically? ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. GATHER INFORMATION AND RESOURCES (OBSERVE)&lt;br /&gt;- I did this for a month. I observed. VERY MUCH. haha. I observed and observed and observed. I gathered information. I stalked. I fished. I researched. then i observed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. FORM HYPOTHESIS&lt;br /&gt;- from the information i was able to gather, i came up with the hypothesis that, yes, SHE IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. PERFORM EXPERIMENT AND COLLECT DATA&lt;br /&gt;- Haha. Yes, i did the experiment. Ang galing ko. hahaha. nagawa ko talgang mag-eksperimento. Parang case study lang sa Speech 115. I conducted a survey. I did a focus group discussion. I interviewed people. I researched for evidences to support my hypothesis. I collected all the necessary data. Puro first-hand information. Very reliable data. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ANALYZE DATA&lt;br /&gt;-and then i analyzed everything that I got. and analyzed. and analyzed. Until i overanalyzed. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. INTERPRET DATA AND DRAW CONCLUSIONS&lt;br /&gt;- the result? YES, SHE IS. my hypothesis is correct. He likes her. Camaaaawn. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. PUBLISH RESULTS&lt;br /&gt;- fine. hahaha. here's the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. RETEST&lt;br /&gt;- duhr? ayoko naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! stop. delete. enough. enough. enough. i dont waaaaaaaaaant. gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. My case study's finished. I'm the greatest. Camaaaaaaaaawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. I was watching Victor, my labiduds, in your song. At the of the program, a quotation was shown. This is for us, Athena. hahaha. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;True love doesn't have a happy ending. True love doesn't have an end. -Herman Hesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.S. I'm not in love. Okay? hahaha. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANDWRITING ANALYSIS&lt;br /&gt;May 17,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because i'm exhausting my BUM hours...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My handwriting analysis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:215.25pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\user\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q22_1094009397.jpeg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/06/clip_image001.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1025" height="48" width="287" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Mary Joyce uses judgment to make decisions. She is ruled by her head, not her heart. She is a cool, collected person who is usually unexpressive emotionally. Some may see her as unemotional. She does have emotions but has no need to express them. She is withdrawn into herself and enjoys being alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The circumstances when Mary Joyce does express emotions include: extreme anger, extreme passion, and tremendous stress. If someone gets her mad enough to tell her off, she will not be sorry about it later. She puts a mark in her mind when someone angers her. She keeps track of these marks and when she hits that last mark she will let them know they have gone too far. She is ruled somewhat by self-interest. All her conclusions are made without outside emotional influence. She is very level-headed and will remain calm in an emergency situation. In a situation where other people might get hysterical, she has poise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mary Joyce will work more efficiently if given space and time to be alone. She would rather not be surrounded by people constantly. In a relationship, she will show her love by the things she does rather than by the things she says. Saying "I love you" is not a needed routine because she feels her mate should already know. The only exception to this is if she has logically concluded that it is best for her mate to hear her express her love verbally.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mary Joyce is not subject to emotional appeals. If someone is selling a product to her, they will need to present only the facts. They should present them from a standpoint of her sound judgment. She will not be taken in by an emotional story about someone else. She will meet emergencies without getting hysterical and she will always ask "Is this best for me?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:206.25pt;height:49.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\user\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image002.jpg" href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q21_1094009279.jpeg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/06/clip_image002.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1026" height="66" width="275" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Mary Joyce tends to write a bit smaller than the average person. When a person's letters are small and tiny, this indicates an ability to focus and concentrate. This character trait is a huge asset in careers like math, science, race car driving, and flying planes. However, if Mary Joyce writes tiny all of the time, she will also display characteristics of someone who is socially introverted. Mary Joyce will often sit on the sideline and watch others get the attention at parties. she might be willing to open up and be warm, but only in small groups or a select group of people. When she is busy working on a project, it is common for all other noises and distractions to just fade away and her ability to focus is incredible. When she says "she didn't hear you", she really means, she didn't hear you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:210pt;height:66.75pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\user\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image003.jpg" href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q24_1094009778.jpeg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/06/clip_image004.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1027" height="89" width="280" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Mary Joyce is secretive. She has secrets which she does not wish to share with others. She intentionally conceals things about herself. She has a private side that she intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in her past.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1028" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:162.75pt;height:50.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\user\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image005.jpg" href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q20_1094009074.jpeg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/06/clip_image005.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1028" height="67" width="217" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Mary Joyce has a desire for attention. People around Mary Joyce will notice this need. She may fulfill this need by a variety of ways depending on her own character.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1029" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:158.25pt;height:69pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\user\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image006.jpg" href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q26_1094010047.jpeg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/06/clip_image007.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1029" height="92" width="211" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; In reference to Mary Joyce's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When Mary Joyce slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Mary Joyce can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1030" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:112.5pt;height:56.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\user\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image008.jpg" href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q27_1094010202.jpeg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/06/clip_image008.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1030" height="75" width="150" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Mary Joyce is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Mary Joyce basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1031" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:56.25pt;height:55.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\user\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image009.jpg" href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q28_1094010270.jpeg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/06/clip_image009.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1031" height="74" width="75" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Mary Joyce is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1032" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:67.5pt;height:87.75pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\user\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image010.jpg" href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q31_1094010769.jpeg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/06/clip_image010.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1032" height="117" width="90" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Mary Joyce is very self-sufficient. She is trying not to need anyone. She is capable of making it on her own. She probably wants and enjoys people, but she doesn't "need" them. She can be a loner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1033" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:95.25pt;height:167.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\user\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image011.jpg" href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q31_1094010938.jpeg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/06/clip_image012.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1033" height="223" width="127" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Mary Joyce has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1034" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:75pt;height:76.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\user\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\06\clip_image013.jpg" href="http://www.handwritingwizard.com/images/answers/q32_1094011073.jpeg"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/06/clip_image013.jpg" shapes="_x0000_i1034" height="102" width="100" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Mary Joyce has no white space or margins on a typical sheet of paper. Mary Joyce fills up every last inch on the top, right, left, and bottom. Hmmm. If this is true, then Mary Joyce has a very aggressive personality toward others and quite frankly lacks a bit of respect for the space and property of other people. I would be surprised if Mary Joyce just comes into someone's home and helps herself to a drink in the refrigerator. This can be both an obnoxious personality trait and it can be assertive and effective in getting what you want. There isn't much fear of getting in trouble here, Mary Joyce finds plenty of reasons to break the rules and get in trouble. (Okay, perhaps when she was younger, not anymore?) Basically, people with no margins are a handful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT HIGH SCHOOL FEELING&lt;br /&gt;May 17,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before anything else, i would just like to rant rant and rant about how much i hate blogspot now. yeah, just for now. Takte talaga. Why the hell can't I sign in? I hate you, blogspot. i really do. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I won't let my hate for my cheesy blog get in the way of my uberly nice mood tonight. Kung ganito lang lagi ang mood ko, masaya ang buhay. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun naman. Today is the first day of my vacation. Yes, oh yes! Ngayon palang ako makakapag summaaaaaaar! For this weekend, i just want to be selfish. I don't want to think of any of my responsibilities. I just want to chillax. I just want to breathe. I just want to feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil nga BUM (i so love this word) ako ngayong weekend, wala akong ginawa kundi kumain, manuod ng american idol season marathon at magstalk sa net. haha. The last is the cause of my as-of-the-moment happyness. as. broad ass. i miss broad ass. already. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaay. So i was stalking a few people i know. Haha. Camaaawn, hindi lang ako gumagawa nito. I know a lot of people who also do on-line stalking. hahaha. anyway, ayun nga. May iniistalk akong somebody. actually, marami sila. pero pinakanatuwa ako sa isang ito. Itago nalang naitn siya sa pangalang Mr. C. As in Mr. Crush. hahaha. Camaawn. Im so high school. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. C is my crush. obviously. Sabi ng mga tao, papasa daw kami bilang loveteam. Camaaawn. hahaha. Sabi ko dati, no way. haha. Hindi kasi siya ung tipo ng taong magugustuhan ko. knowing me, no way talaga. hahaha. Pero dahil sa isang hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, napansin ko siya. At simula noon, sinimulan ko na siyang pansinin. at ayun naman, tuluyan ko na siyang napapansin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit na may 'crush' na ako sa kanya ngayon, hindi pa rin kami puwedeng magkaroon  ng something. Matibay kasi ang paniniwala ko na may gusto siyang iba. Hahaha. I really swear. I can so feeeeel that he likes her. Camaaawn. I can give 10 super mega valid reasons right now why I THINK he likes her. oo, nagmamagaling ako. I'm telling everyone that my theory is right. hahahaha. Pero chill lang. Kung gusto man niya siya, keri lang. I'm happy for them. Magsama sila. I swear. Magsama talaga silaaaaa! And no, i'm not bittergourd. I'm so not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Seriously, sa pagkakakilala ko naman sa girl, oh yes, close kami. charos. hahaha. Mabuting tao naman siya kaya safe naman si Mr. C sa kanya. And i honestly think na bagay sila. NO bitterness here. promise. :) Pero kanina, habang iniistalk ko si Mr. C, parang gusto ko nalang maniwala sa mga tao na puwede nga kaming maging loveteam. camaaaaaawn. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumusta naman ang jolog kong blog entry.hahaha. i swear, ang kadiri ng feeling. pero masaya. hahaha. i wouldn't elaborate on my reasons why i said we can pass for a loveteam. Pero ayun nga. Masaya lang kasi nakahanap ako ng mga rason para isiping posible nga na crush din ako ng crush ko. hahaha. Camaaawn. ang high school talaga. But don't we all just love this oh-so-high-schoolesque feeling? hahaha. jologs talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Bukas, wala na tong feeling na to. i so bet. This is just a phase. I know. Pero &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; it stays with me longer. I like how this temporary happiness makes me feel happy. For a while, nakakawala siya ng mga problema. It's like living in a daydream. Lahat ng gusto mong mangyari, nangyayari. Minsan ang saya lang na lokohin ng sarili na puwedeng mangyari ung mga iniisip mo. na posibleng mangyari ung mga iniisip mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero honestly, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; nga tama ung iniisip ko ngayon. For a long time, pinaniwala ko ang sarili ko na gusto niya ung iniisip kong gusto niya. For tonight, iisipin ko muna na ako ang gusto niya. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is all about me. Selfish ako ngayong weekend. And i so swear, it feels really good. hahahaha. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-4855712700181390684?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4855712700181390684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=4855712700181390684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/4855712700181390684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/4855712700181390684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-8887449497635861201</id><published>2008-09-07T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:26:19.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog, I missed you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! I missed you blog! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-8887449497635861201?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8887449497635861201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=8887449497635861201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8887449497635861201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8887449497635861201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-i-missed-you.html' title='Blog, I missed you!'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-7209363937383802339</id><published>2008-08-30T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:22:34.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerengkeng Survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;Because I MISSed This. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bakit ka pa single hanggang ngayon?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln1"&gt;♥ kasi ayun naman. tanga sila. haha. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln2"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln3"&gt;2. Nainlove ka na ba sa taong hindi mo pa nakikita?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln4"&gt;♥ have not and will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln5"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln6"&gt;3. Nagkakacrush ka naman ba?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln7"&gt;♥ yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln8"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln9"&gt;4. Mga friends mo rin ba single?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln10"&gt;♥ Most of them are. hahaha. It's a curse, mind you. Pero. Lumalovelife ang marami ngayon. BUt they're still single. It's complicated, simply put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln11"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln12"&gt;5. Describe being single.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln13"&gt;♥ happy-go-lucky. carefree. independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln14"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln15"&gt;6. Choose: steady bf or gf, mu, flirting?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln16"&gt;♥ steady BF. camaaaaawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln17"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln18"&gt;7. Favorite color (kahit walang connection!)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln19"&gt;♥ FEENK. labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln20"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln21"&gt;8. What do you do when you’re bored?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln22"&gt;♥ daydream. *fade in SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME. sustain until forever. then fade out.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln23"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln24"&gt;9. Tingin mo when ka ulit magiging in love?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln25"&gt;♥ i'm considering. but no! hahaha. fotra. bawal. mortal sin. im so going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln26"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln27"&gt;10. Message to the other single?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln28"&gt;♥ we rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln29"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln30"&gt;11. Gano’ katagal ka ng single?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln31"&gt;♥ 18 years. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln32"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln33"&gt;12. May namimiss ka ba sa pagkaroon ng bf/gf?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln34"&gt;♥ aywan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln35"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln36"&gt;13. Ready ka na bang magmahal ulit?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln37"&gt;♥ i theeeeenk. hahaha. with Mr. Right, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln38"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln39"&gt;14. Sino naman sa tingin mo?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln40"&gt;♥ With my Superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln41"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln42"&gt;15. Meron ka bang crush or minamahal ngaun?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln43"&gt;♥ Crush, oo. Minamahal, oo. hahaha. my heart never ceases to beat for someone. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln44"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln45"&gt;16. Pano ka ba magmahal?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln46"&gt;♥ fotra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln47"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln48"&gt;17. Sweet ka ba?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln49"&gt;♥ sweet as sugar-coated sugar cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln50"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln51"&gt;18. Nahulog ka na ba sa isang malapit mong kaibigan?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln52"&gt;♥ hmmm. nagugutom na ko. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln53"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln54"&gt;19. Sino naman?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln55"&gt;♥ lumilipad ung kaldero sa bubong ng mga tricycle.  ahhahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln56"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln57"&gt;20. Kelan ka huling nag sariling sikap? Yan kasi single ka!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln58"&gt;♥ weh? may ganun pala. masubukan nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln59"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln60"&gt;21. Kung may magsabi sayo na crush ka niya? Ano sasabihin mo?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln61"&gt;♥ ah. okay. thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln62"&gt;22. What kind of gf/bf ka ba?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln63"&gt;♥perfect. hahaha. malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln64"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln65"&gt;23. Magtatampo ka ba or magagalit kapag hindi ka niya tinext or tinawagan the whole day?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln66"&gt;♥ eeeh. emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln67"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln68"&gt;24. What will you do pag brineak ka ng bf/gf mo or pinagpalit ka sa iba?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln69"&gt;♥ His loss. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln70"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln71"&gt;25. Naghahanap ka ba ng sobrang ganda/gwapo na bf/gf?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln72"&gt;♥ Prince Charming comes in different packages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln73"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln74"&gt;26. Paano kapag mukhang taong grasa pero mayaman?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln75"&gt;♥ why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln76"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln77"&gt;27. Kung may kanta ka sa mahal mo, anong kanta?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln78"&gt;♥ The closer I get to you. ayun naman. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln78');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln79"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln79');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln80"&gt;28. Nag eexpect ka ba na babasahin to ng crush o type mo?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln80');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln81"&gt;♥ no friggin' way! im so dead! hahaha. isabit niyo na ko sa bubong ng boarding house namin. haha. (fade in INSESITIVE. sustain until HE IS NO LONGER TANGA. Then fade out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln81');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln82"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln82');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln83"&gt;29. Nainlove ka na ba sa attitude lang?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln83');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln84"&gt;♥ hahahaha. ah. eh. yun. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln84');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln85"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln85');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln86"&gt;30. Madami na bang nanloko sayo?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln86');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln87"&gt;♥ asa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln87');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln88"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln88');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln89"&gt;31. Mahilig ka ba sa singkit?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln89');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln90"&gt;♥ OO! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln91"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln91');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln92"&gt;32. Mahilig ka ba sa gwapo?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln92');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln93"&gt;♥ keri! HOT GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln93');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln94"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln94');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln95"&gt;33. Define love in one word.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln95');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln96"&gt;♥God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln98"&gt;34. Last question pag nagka-bf/gf ka ba this time, do you think na kayo na till the END?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln98');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;div id="ln99"&gt;♥ kung siya, sana. kung siya, sana. kung hindi siya o siya, hindi.  IDEALISTIC. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-7209363937383802339?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7209363937383802339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=7209363937383802339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7209363937383802339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7209363937383802339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/08/kerengkeng-survey.html' title='Kerengkeng Survey.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-2297712054102029249</id><published>2008-05-19T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:02:45.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How perfectly timely can my horoscope for today be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See, Athena and I, both Aquarians, will be attending the launch party of a new telco tonight at 9pm at the Rockwell Tent. Camille, who's also an Aquarian, is still undecided whether she's going  with us or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anywaaaaaay. Here's our horoscope for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dc"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A friendly visitor is going to add some serious electricity to your social network.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A friendly visitor is coming on the scene to add quite a jolt of electricity to your social network. It looks like what you thought was going to be an average day will actually turn out to be quite above average! Whether you're playing host or you're just a member of the party, be the first person to welcome a new member to the group -- send the signal to the universe that you are ready to experience a new person in your life. This is a wonderful day to try something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder who this person is. I'm excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-2297712054102029249?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2297712054102029249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=2297712054102029249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/2297712054102029249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/2297712054102029249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/05/horoscope-for-today.html' title='Horoscope for today'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-1441400953695397397</id><published>2008-05-19T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:52:52.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent my weekend in Caloocan. And i loved it. It wasn't totally a break for me but at least, i was able to get even a little rest. As much as i wanted to be selfish and just think of myself over the weekend, i just couldn't. My thoughts were from time to time bombarded with my worries about my pending responsibilities. Thus, hindi rin ako nakapagpahinga. Maya't maya tinetext ko yung mga tao para sa mga dapat mangayri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swear, one of these days, magbbreakdown nalang talaga ako bigla. But I won't let anybody see it. hehe. wala lang. gusto ko lang talaga magrant. at magrant. at magrant. Oh well. Oh well. Oh well. I hope this doesn't happen anytime soon though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm not whining because I'm tired of what i'm doing. In fact, I love what I'm doing. I'm enjoying it. Super But i just feel saturated already. I've been studying and working and worrying non-stop since i entered UP.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord, i just need a day-off. Just A day-off. No worries. No responsibilities. No nothing. Please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;haaaay. hormones lang to. mind over matter. i'll get over this. i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, over the weekend, i made two blog entries which i wasn't able to post because i couldn't sign in in blogger in Caloocan. Watdapak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there. Here's my Saturday, May 17, 2008 entry. This is posted in my Multiply blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;Before anything else, i would just like to rant rant and rant about how much i hate blogspot now. yeah, just for now. Takte talaga. Why the hell can't I sign in? I hate you, blogspot. i really do. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I won't let my hate for my cheesy blog get in the way of my uberly nice mood tonight. Kung ganito lang lagi ang mood ko, masaya ang buhay. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun naman. Today is the first day of my vacation. Yes, oh yes! Ngayon palang ako makakapag summaaaaaaar! For this weekend, i just want to be selfish. I don't want to think of any of my responsibilities. I just want to chillax. I just want to breathe. I just want to feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil nga BUM (i so love this word) ako ngayong weekend, wala akong ginawa kundi kumain, manuod ng american idol season marathon at magstalk sa net. haha. The last is the cause of my as-of-the-moment happyness. as. broad ass. i miss broad ass. already. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaay. So i was stalking a few people i know. Haha. Camaaawn, hindi lang ako gumagawa nito. I know a lot of people who also do on-line stalking. hahaha. anyway, ayun nga. May iniistalk akong somebody. actually, marami sila. pero pinakanatuwa ako sa isang ito. Itago nalang naitn siya sa pangalang Mr. C. As in Mr. Crush. hahaha. Camaawn. Im so high school. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. C is my crush. obviously. Sabi ng mga tao, papasa daw kami bilang loveteam. Camaaawn. hahaha. Sabi ko dati, no way. haha. Hindi kasi siya ung tipo ng taong magugustuhan ko. knowing me, no way talaga. hahaha. Pero dahil sa isang hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, napansin ko siya. At simula noon, sinimulan ko na siyang pansinin. at ayun naman, tuluyan ko na siyang napapansin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit na may 'crush' na ako sa kanya ngayon, hindi pa rin kami puwedeng magkaroon  ng something. Matibay kasi ang paniniwala ko na may gusto siyang iba. Hahaha. I really swear. I can so feeeeel that he likes her. Camaaawn. I can give 10 super mega valid reasons right now why I THINK he likes her. oo, nagmamagaling ako. I'm telling everyone that my theory is right. hahahaha. Pero chill lang. Kung gusto man niya siya, keri lang. I'm happy for them. Magsama sila. I swear. Magsama talaga silaaaaa! And no, i'm not bittergourd. I'm so not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Seriously, sa pagkakakilala ko naman sa girl, oh yes, close kami. charos. hahaha. Mabuting tao naman siya kaya safe naman si Mr. C sa kanya. And i honestly think na bagay sila. NO bitterness here. promise. :) Pero kanina, habang iniistalk ko si Mr. C, parang gusto ko nalang maniwala sa mga tao na puwede nga kaming maging loveteam. camaaaaaawn. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumusta naman ang jolog kong blog entry.hahaha. i swear, ang kadiri ng feeling. pero masaya. hahaha. i wouldn't elaborate on my reasons why i said we can pass for a loveteam. Pero ayun nga. Masaya lang kasi nakahanap ako ng mga rason para isiping posible nga na crush din ako ng crush ko. hahaha. Camaaawn. ang high school talaga. But don't we all just love this oh-so-high-schoolesque feeling? hahaha. jologs talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Bukas, wala na tong feeling na to. i so bet. This is just a phase. I know. Pero sana it stays with me longer. I like how this temporary happiness makes me feel happy. For a while, nakakawala siya ng mga problema. It's like living in a daydream. Lahat ng gusto mong mangyari, nangyayari. Minsan ang saya lang na lokohin ng sarili na puwedeng mangyari ung mga iniisip mo. na posibleng mangyari ung mga iniisip mo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero honestly, sana nga tama ung iniisip ko ngayon. For a long time, pinaniwala ko ang sarili ko na gusto niya ung iniisip kong gusto niya. For tonight, iisipin ko muna na ako ang gusto niya. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is all about me. Selfish ako ngayong weekend. And i so swear, it feels really good. hahahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, May 18, i wrote this entry which i also posted in my multiply blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i've been stalking people again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and yes, i found something. i found something really interesting. and intriguing. and sadly, worth jelling over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayun nga. i have this crush. and i have a theory about my crush. lagi naman eh. harhar. I THINK he likes this somebody. and yes, i'm really starting to think that i'm right. I SWEAR. im sooooooo right and im sooooooo high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pero talaga! i swear. meron talagang saaamtheeeng. eeeeee! I INSIST. meron. ang saya. grabe, ang saya talaga. masayang masaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;waaaaaah. :'(  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well captain barbel. move on, hoys. move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. there. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-1441400953695397397?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/1441400953695397397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=1441400953695397397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/1441400953695397397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/1441400953695397397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-affair.html' title='A Weekend Affair'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-186905646142712795</id><published>2008-05-14T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:22:30.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>How to know if you're in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Words of Wisdom from our English 100 Professor Dr. Maria Corazon Castro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know if you're in love? Simple. When you think you're in love, then YOU ARE in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-186905646142712795?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/186905646142712795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=186905646142712795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/186905646142712795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/186905646142712795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-know-if-youre-in-love.html' title='How to know if you&apos;re in love'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-5197348897912643035</id><published>2008-05-12T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:45:33.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormonal Strike.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m one with the Jeepney drivers today on their strike. But I’m not rallying for rollback of whatever. I’m rallying for two stubbornly-slash-hormonally stupid things- them and that hymn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Them. I said I wouldn’t tell whatever-that-is to anyone. But I still did. I can never really shut my mouth. And I hate myself for that. Well, actually, I can. Hahaha. I was able to shut it for a while that’s why a number of people were surprised when I confirmed something unexpected in Pangasinan. Err, was it really unexpected? Haha. Whatever. (Oh mare, ano na iniisip mo? Hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hemmingway, right now, I’m just overflowing with negativity towards their latest endeavor. Master Groupmate’s right, the key to our problem is open communication. But how can I talk to them about this stuff when they’re busy as hell. Nasasacrifice na nga pati iyong mga bagay na sinasabi nilang hindi masasacrifice. Yes, they are still attending to their responsibilities. But I’m not satisfied. We’re not satisfied. I wouldn’t elaborate on this anymore. There’s a better venue for this. I just hope they keep an open mind. At sana ako din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss us. I really do. And it makes me really sad. I’m not really pessimistic but I’m being very pessimistic right now. Habang tumatagal kasi, lumalaki ng lumalaki ung barrier between us. Good luck. Talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second issue. Hymn. Until now, I still can’t get this hymn out of my mind. Ito na LSS ko simula pa noong Friday. I tried to get myself busy with so many many things. I ate, ate and ate. I slept all day. I played wii. I went out with my friends. But still, to no avail. Kahit na may marinig akong ibang kanta, the hymn still kept playing in my head. It’s driving me cuhraizeh. I know. And it’s not healthy anymore because the more the hymn plays in my mind; the more I tend to think of the study I’m currently working on. And as I progress with my investigation, mas napapatunayan kong tama ung theory ko. And i swear. I really have valid evidences to support my theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero kung ako lang talaga papipiliin, nooooooooooooo. I really hope I’m wrong with whatever it is that I’m THEORIZING. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close and still so far.&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/3476535199335554208-5197348897912643035?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5197348897912643035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=5197348897912643035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/5197348897912643035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/5197348897912643035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/05/hormonal-strike.html' title='Hormonal Strike.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-7479044969325313440</id><published>2008-05-02T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:48:14.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm such a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of so many things. I used to be a risk-taker. Used to be. But not anymore. I can't recall when i stopped saying no to challenges. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, so many many things are going over and over my mind. I can't think properly. It's already 2 in the morning. I'm tired but i can't sleep. I'm afraid of tomorrow. I'm afraid of what will happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it hurts me to know that i'm hurting the people i love because of this crap. Can't we just go on with our lives without this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, i don't want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do i really have a choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-7479044969325313440?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7479044969325313440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=7479044969325313440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7479044969325313440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7479044969325313440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/05/coward.html' title='Coward'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-4186832031661110231</id><published>2008-04-22T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:47:41.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i WANT to believe in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: This is an abstract post. I can't blog what i really want to say because people can't, err, no, MUSN'T know what I really want to say. It's complicated. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So we all have our own opinions with regard to the issues around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for me, i know what i believe in and i stand for what i believe in. I very much acknowledge my being stubborn when it comes to my beliefs- because i know i have a point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But lately, i can feel my stubborn-meter slowly fluctuating. I'm being tempted to actually believe that what i believe in is not what i should believe in. Granted, I already accepted that for others, i may be wrong. But going against what i believe in is something else. Worse, i'm actually choosing to go against what i believe in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe they're right. Maybe this is just my pride eating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Point is, I'm tired of rationalizing things. Sometimes, i just want to go with the flow. Say yes with whatever people tell me just so i can end the discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They're right. I overthink. I overanalyze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know, this post is not going anywhere. I'm really not good in abstracting my ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-4186832031661110231?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/4186832031661110231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=4186832031661110231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/4186832031661110231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/4186832031661110231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-i-want-to-believe-in.html' title='What i WANT to believe in.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-5852391674781980802</id><published>2008-04-18T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:50:11.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so summery thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm driving myself crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I've been consumed with so many many uninvited thoughts lately. And i don't like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I want to disappear. I want to burst. I want to dissolve. I want to melt. I want to evaporate. I want to vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End, please. End.&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/3476535199335554208-5852391674781980802?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/5852391674781980802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=5852391674781980802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/5852391674781980802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/5852391674781980802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-so-summery-thoughts.html' title='Not so summery thoughts'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-8200369181903434425</id><published>2008-04-03T04:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:49:46.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not liking being in like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been so pre-occupied with the thoughts of love. And i don't like it. It's not doing me any good. It's confusing me big deal. It's knocking the senses out of my rotting brain. I can't think properly. From time to time, it consumes me. Entirely. I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It's just so disturbing. I've been here. And i know, i should know better. But in a way, it's like a whole new idea for me. Worse, it affects me big time. It affects the way i move, the way i think, the way i eat, the way i sleep, even the way i tie my hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm not in love. I can't be in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I like somebody. And yeah. I'm so aware of it. duh? But I'm not yet in love with him. No. Slash the yet. I can't be in love with him. I can't. I so can't. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours is actually a nice story. Emphasis on the present tense. Funny how everything started, developed, and brought me to where i am right now. He's somebody very very special to me. And entertaining this stupid feeling might only put an end in our friendship. I actually like it better this way. We get along very well. We go out. As friends. We hang out almost everyday. We know each other so well. We've seen the worst of each other. We've already shared so many stupid, funny, weird but altogether wonderful experiences. And i just can't afford to put everything at risk just because I'm not thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I didn't see this coming. Really. Never in my life did i invite this feeling to consume me. I'm stupid enough to entertain a hundred other stupid feelings. But liking somebody i can't like is just something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It started as a joke. I started the joke. I shouldn't have started the joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I didn't know that it would have such a lasting effect. That time will come when it will lead us somewhere else. No, not us. Just me. I asked for it. But i can't remember asking for him. I know. Who are we to demand who shall and shall not be given to us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Point is. It's driving me nuts. And right now, i'm pathetic enough to try anything just to divert my attention to something else. Or somebody else. I know, i'm not being fair. But it's hard. It's really hard. It's the only way out that i see. Unless somebody gives me a better idea. I'd be more than willing to consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Friendship for me is something that's very precious. I wouldn't risk losing it for something as shallow as romantic relationship. Fine. Slash the shallow. Insert any other appropriate adjective. I know, romantic relationship is also something as special as friendship. But when you're left with no other choices but to play it safe and save the friendship or to take the risk and gamble it all, i'll take the former. I may not be a winner. But at least, i did not lose anything. And that's what's more important. One over nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I know, i'm being stubborn. A lot of people have told me that this mindset is wrong. That I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't know. As much as i want to accept i'm wrong, i still cannot accept the fact that i'm actually in LIKE with him. Big deal. potra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I know i've already made my point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And i also know that i'm wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So shut me down, please. Shut me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-8200369181903434425?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8200369181903434425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=8200369181903434425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8200369181903434425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8200369181903434425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Not liking being in like'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-3452947514742763206</id><published>2008-04-03T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:20:52.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Something i found while multiply-hopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen: Good Afternoon. Try to look at the sky, do you think it’s gonna rain? It so amazing to feel rain, the water that flows into you is unstoppable, sometimes raging so fast or maybe gently pours down. Rain is like love. What is love? Love is a very powerful word. It is an unstoppable emotion that is supposed to be felt by every one of us. When someone is in love, actions are set to do in order to show the love and to bind it into a relationship. See that’s what love can do, but does the same thing happen to all of us? The answer is no, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there are some love which are not bound to happy ending&lt;/span&gt;. Sad but that’s a fact that becomes a part of the Earth’s rotation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; How can you tell to someone that you’re in love with him/ her? It’s too hard, isn’t it? It takes a lot of courage but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes the bravery that you have will turn into misery&lt;/span&gt;. A thing that can ruin you or mold you to be a better person. Is it fair? I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;it is because having the courage to love you should also have the courage to suffer too and love without pain is impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; Love can be magic but as we all know magic can sometimes be an illusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why can’t it be real? There are certain reasons why can’t we have the love that we are aiming for. Listen to the following phenomena. First, let me ask you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;“Who are your celebrity crushes?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; have you ever think that a famous celebrity have a feeling for you? Well if you answered a big yes you might be experiencing erotomania a phenomena in which you think a celebrity is falling in love with you and you think that person is your soul mate. Sounds impossible, isn’t it? But it is happening most especially to the teen-agers. Next, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you’re friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I can tell you who you are by knowing them but I can’t tell if you’ll be falling in love with each other. Respect is what attached person in friendship and it is set to be destroyed by love especially at the end of your story. How about this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;is there anyone on your same sex that arouse your interest or maybe a member of your family that you want to build in with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Its more complicated because here people involved thinks about what the people that surrounds them are set to think, it seems like you care a lot about what the society has to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When we fall in love, it’s the soul that is captured and fighting with it will not be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Those alibis are good excuses why can’t you have the love but what if there’s nothing really wrong. What if the reason is just simply the person just don’t like you? That’s the hardest reason possible I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The heart broken times, the time where in you're saying that you're an idiot falling for the wrong person. There are times that you're all alone, sleeping and waiting to be woke up by him/ her but unfortunately, and no face appeared as you open your eyes the next morning. We usually do certain things in order to erase that person in your mind. One would probably said that finding another love is the best thing others may moved on with their life and do a lot of things and making their selves busy by giving time for their family, studies, career or even social life. But is forgetting someone who put scar on your face that easy? No, some would probably be stuck in that moment, be a hostage of the love and be trapped there, believing, being faithful, and learning to love without anything in return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; What’s the best option among the list that I have given a while ago? Actually it depends on the person; whatever the choice is let’s respect it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Whatever it is the love inside will never die, still remaining there. I think loving someone without anything in return is a big blessing, its true love, the love that everybody wants but unfortunately ignoring it when its there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The efforts you have would where simply be wasted. It is somewhat like there's a glass that fell on your feet and the blood is already dripping but that person just looks at you, still unconscious, looking but never knew that you did that to get the attention. You'll be doing that until the time that you realized that you became addicted. In your thoughts, in your dreams, that person is always there. He/She is like a leech that sucks blood from you and you can't breathe and you can't see the world without him/her, that person has taken over you and you realized that you need to be fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; On the time that you realized you lose yourself and the damage has been done for you, that's the time wherein all you think is how to fight the feeling, how to kill it, it is the hardest part in love. Why are you afraid of losing that person when you know that he/she is not aware that you exist? Forgetting someone is not easy, one must solve the problem in order to forget and its not easy that why the next best option is set to come, to avoid, try to let go. Letting go is not to forget, not to think or to ignore. It doesn't have any feelings of sadness, emptiness, hatred, anger, jealousy or regret. It’s not about pride and it’s not dwelling on the past or blocking memories. Most of all it’s not about giving up and being a loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let go is to cherish the memories, to be thankful to the memories that made you laugh, cry and grow but to overcome it and moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Its learning, experiencing and growing molded together. It’s having a confidence in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letting go is having the courage to accept change and accept there are things that cannot be, and the strength to keep moving. It’s to open a door and to clear a path and set yourself free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You realized that the time of departure is already there and as we travel we carry something with us. Everybody would probably agree that its nice to travel with someone who can lighten up our load, but usually its easier to just drop what we've been carrying so we can get to our destination sooner even though there's still no place to land on. Where will we go? Why do we clutch at that baggage even when were desperate to move? Because we still believe that a chance is still there and believing on it, letting go will not be possible instead we walk away to the lovely sunshine that is waiting for us and do the same mistake again, instead of killing it, you already lose control and waking up from this nightmare seems impossible and all you can do is to pray let it be over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Ladies and gentlemen, a while ago I said that in order to feel love I must be ready to suffer. I feel bad because you, the one who opened my heart was not the one for me but do I have the right to blame you? The answer is no because you didn't asked for it but did you ever realized that you did something to me one day, the day you break my suit of armor by simply taking over me. I'm not the same person I was 2 days ago since that day. Something is different and I can't figure it out and I know I can’t never be that me again. I call your name over and over, like a refrain. I became your hostage; you ate me and leave me like the last piece of cookie in the jar, all alone and broken. I’ve been lickin’ my wounds but the venom seeps deeper and I’m about to break that’s why I need to walk away from you that's why I cried a river and made a bridge that I’m about to pass. I know I can pass the bridge without looking back at your side, without regretting that I passed it. The time that I can be on the other side of the bridge, smiling and facing the lovely day that I've should felt before when I was with you. I know that day will &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;come, very soon, very very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;credits to mondee of PEX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay. Okay. I understand that there are a lot of grammatical errors here. But for once, let's try to focus our attention to what he's trying to say and not to how he's saying what he's trying to say. Come to think of it, he pointed out some realities that we already know but wouldn't want to know. And so we pretend to not know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;It eats you. Slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not in love. I can't be in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-3452947514742763206?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/3452947514742763206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=3452947514742763206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/3452947514742763206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/3452947514742763206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-stupid.html' title='Something Stupid'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-2045637283172207984</id><published>2008-04-01T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:28:58.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maging Sino Ka Man Book2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_IZIfBRbpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XWdDhawikGU/s1600-h/ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_IZIfBRbpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XWdDhawikGU/s400/ms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184233754613345938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ms=""  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to see the end of Maging Sino Ka Man Book2. But from what i heard, it wasn't able to sustain the enthusiasm among its viewers since it started airing again. Oh well. One thig that i love the most about this show, aside from Anne Curtis, is the quotable quotes of the characters. They're so passionate. Aylavet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung merong mang higit sa salitang ‘mahal kita’, yun ang pagmamahal ko para sa’yo, Jackie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Onay:  wasakin ang puso mo..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paano mo pipigilan ang tadhana...? paano mo isusuko ang pag-ibig na alam mong kayang.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celine, I will never love anybody else, as much as i love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Celine: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, what if... what if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;JB: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are no what ifs for my love for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Someday. Someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-2045637283172207984?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/2045637283172207984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=2045637283172207984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/2045637283172207984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/2045637283172207984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/04/maging-sino-ka-man-book2.html' title='Maging Sino Ka Man Book2'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_IZIfBRbpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XWdDhawikGU/s72-c/ms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-8953181451746120989</id><published>2008-04-01T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:26:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakit wala pa akong boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this in the egroup of my committee in my org, UP-CMC BROADcasting ASSociation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Could the real fish please stand up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no pretensions about who I am. &lt;b&gt;Modesty aside, I'm physically&lt;br /&gt;attractive, I'm smart, I'm accomplished and I have a great zest for&lt;br /&gt;life. &lt;/b&gt;I have managed to go through 21 years of existence and could still&lt;br /&gt;afford to look like 16. I'm complete, I'm self-assured, but somehow,&lt;br /&gt;there's just this one thing I can't understand no matter what: &lt;b&gt;why do I keep on attracting the wrong fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;When I was in grade school, when I meet relatives or family friends, the standard questions were: "Anong grade mo na?" "Saan ko magha-highschool?" Occasionally somebody would ask me, "May boyfriend ka na?" To that last question I would answer in the negative and that's the end of the matter. When I was in highschool, relatives, family friends and classmates ask me questions like, "Anong course kukunin mo?" "Saan ka magco-college?" "May boyfriend ka na?" I would reply in the negative and it won't bother me. Much too young for that to be bothered, I suppose. When I was in college, people would ask me, "Anong karera ang gusto mo?" "May boyfriend ka na ba?" And to that question I would answer in the negative and promise to myself that I would have a boyfriend after I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have graduated. I went through grade school, highschool and college with flying colors. I have a degree, I have a job. Uh-oh, I say to myself, for I know what that one question people would be asking me this time. "May boyfriend ka na ba?" In fact, people have asked me that question more frequently these days. And of course, my standard answer is, "Wala." But you know what? Believe me or not, that's not the worse part. I dread the question that follows that: "Bakit wala ka pang boyfriend?" How the hell should I know?! I'm not the guy I like!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like answering back in that manner, but of course I just try to calm down and keep quiet. That last question is rhetorical ... it's something that only a member of the male species who has met me can answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A male friend of mine told me once, "There are many fish in the sea."&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I got heartbroken over a guy in class whom I carried a torch for&lt;br /&gt;the first 3 years of my college life, and after that I fell in love with&lt;br /&gt;a guy whom I have just met for some days and who is now in a foreign&lt;br /&gt;country, studying. Fine, they're not the only "fish in the sea." I have&lt;br /&gt;encountered some guys who became my friends and who would later on confess they have a crush on me, they love me or they really like me.&lt;br /&gt;They're nice and all, we get along pretty well, but I can't still get&lt;br /&gt;over the fact that they're the wrong fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wrong fish &lt;/b&gt;--- you know, the types who, no matter how handsome or kind or gentleman or Mr. Perfect they are you &lt;b&gt;just don't have any other thing with them but friendship. Period. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wrong fish --- &lt;b&gt;the ones whom you regret to have fallen for you because they could have saved themselves the heartache by not falling for you had they fallen in love with somebody else... who would really love them&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why do I keep on attracting the wrong fish? &lt;b&gt;"Maybe that's because you're using the wrong bait," &lt;/b&gt;a friend&lt;br /&gt;of mine told me once. But I'm not using any bait at all. I'm just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have offered a lot of theories about why I am still&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend-less. &lt;b&gt;The main school of thought is that guys are intimidated&lt;br /&gt;by me.&lt;/b&gt; With my background, reputation and personality, guys feel short&lt;br /&gt;of what should be for me. And my reaction to that? To hell with&lt;br /&gt;intimidation. I'm not intimidating at all, and even if I am, why should&lt;br /&gt;that matter? This is not some freaking competition. But I suppose there&lt;br /&gt;is a certain truth to that, one way or another. Relationships consist of&lt;br /&gt;people who match each other, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I'm a person of good humor. I don't let the standard,&lt;br /&gt;"May boyfriend ka na?" get on my nerves. We unattached kindred say that&lt;br /&gt;it's ok, because our market value is increasing . Or my friends and I&lt;br /&gt;used to kid around, using Eminem's Slim Shady line, saying, &lt;b&gt;"Could the&lt;br /&gt;real fish please stand up?" &lt;/b&gt;That, a tall glass of iced tea and a piece&lt;br /&gt;of sour cream donut at Country Style and I'm a-ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If it were only that simple. Of course in the real world, the real fish won't show up right away. I have to go through a lot of struggles before&lt;br /&gt;I see him, I know. &lt;/b&gt;In every major event in my life I go through that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hardships-tears-dream-come-true-happiness-Oh-thank-God cycle&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;After 21 years of that cycle ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I know better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I know it's going to take me more&lt;br /&gt;courage and more growing up, more 8 hours of work, more single&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's, more "May boyfriend ka na ba?" and "Bakit wala ka pang&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend?" before I meet the real fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe in the end it's that guy&lt;br /&gt;I loved in first year college. Or maybe it's that guy who left for a&lt;br /&gt;foreign country to study. Or maybe it's somebody I have never met at&lt;br /&gt;all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm still the &lt;b&gt;pleasant, smart, boyfriend-less &lt;/b&gt;me. &lt;b&gt;High market value &lt;/b&gt;and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hell yeah. I can relate big time. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-8953181451746120989?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8953181451746120989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=8953181451746120989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8953181451746120989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8953181451746120989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/03/bakit-wala-pa-akong-boyfriend.html' title='Bakit wala pa akong boyfriend?'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-6626080109578654985</id><published>2008-03-31T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:28:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=hdEUvw1yL6g"&gt;So Close by Jon Mclaughlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is calm&lt;br /&gt;The music playing on for only two&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life goes by&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now forever I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come&lt;br /&gt;So far we are so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I face the faceless days&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;br /&gt;We’re so close&lt;br /&gt;To reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;And almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;And still so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_EJb_BRboI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmOCUE2X55E/s1600-h/amy_adams2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_EJb_BRboI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmOCUE2X55E/s400/amy_adams2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183935022458039938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Define Ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Define Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Define Romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Who wouldn't fall in love with this song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Listening to this song brings me back to the good old days of my childhood where believing in happy endings was anything but impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And as Enchanted would convey, if believing meant having your fairy tale come true, then i'd rather be a child forever and wish upon every star at night just to have my own happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-6626080109578654985?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/6626080109578654985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=6626080109578654985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/6626080109578654985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/6626080109578654985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-close.html' title='So Close'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_EJb_BRboI/AAAAAAAAABI/nmOCUE2X55E/s72-c/amy_adams2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-7161472972726460626</id><published>2008-03-31T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:28:58.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Date. Cancelled.</title><content type='html'>I'm so pissed off, frustrated and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gaga, i'm actually crying while typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling when you want something so bad yet you can't have it? You get frustrated because you know that no matter what you do, you can't get whatever it is that you want to get. Because you don't have control  over the situation. Then out of frustration, you get pissed off. You project your disappointment to anything. You regress as if it'll give you what you want. You get depressed because after exhausting all known defense mechanisms, still you can't do anything. You still got nothing- the most tangible nothing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go out tonight. A long overdue group date, we finalized our plans last night via text. But due to some unforeseen circumstances, we had to cancel our gimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've long been looking forward to this. I don't know. Maybe because I miss us. I miss the way we were before. (Oh shit. I'm crying again.) Sure, there were those intrigas but we were happy. I don't know. We're still happy. But a lot of things have changed over time. We grew old fast. I guess that's just how it is in Broad Ass. We're officers now. President and Vice Presidents. And drew's not a resident anymore. So Responsibilities + Proximity = Less chances of doing what we were doing before. No G moments. But really really happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This date means a lot to me. Too bad we had to cancel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i could turn back time then nobody will have to grow old. Nobody will have to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DHffBRbjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/71_IksROiqM/s1600-h/718115735l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DHffBRbjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/71_IksROiqM/s320/718115735l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183862514820148786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday, groupmates. Someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-7161472972726460626?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7161472972726460626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=7161472972726460626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7161472972726460626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7161472972726460626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/03/group-date-cancelled.html' title='Group Date. Cancelled.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DHffBRbjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/71_IksROiqM/s72-c/718115735l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-8325365999462405305</id><published>2008-03-30T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:28:58.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy Clumsy Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;So I'm home alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was really not planning to go back in my boarding house tonight since the press con tomorrow will start at 1pm. But! But! But! i need to clean the room. I left it really messy last saturday since i didn't have enough time to tidy up because the press con finished later than expected. And len and her 'mama' will be arriving tomorrow at 7am. So i guess i don't have a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ny choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm home alone and i need to clean the room. I've been here for an hour already but i haven't started cleaning up yet. Im still waiting for my newly-manicured-but-already-destroyed fingernails to dry to prevent them from being destroyed more. I've never had a perfect manicure in my life. I'm really beginning to think that i'm the clumsiest person ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which reminds me, just last week, i broke my laptop. Yep, you got that right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again. Just last week, i broke my laptop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was very stupid, i know. My gulay, where the hell will i get money to buy myself a new one. Good thing it's summer and i won't need it as much as i need it during school season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then again, that's not the point. I'm really going cuhraizier and cuhraizier everyday. argh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what happened was, I was writing a paper for a report we were doing then. I was feeling so happy because i had already finished 6 pages of the write-up (our target was only 5 pages) and i wasn't even done yet. I took a break for a while to relax my lower back, which was killing me again that time. I was talking with i-forgot-who (bigs or shie) when longjay told me that Bianca buzzed. I don't know what got into me but i felt really excited to know why biancs buzzed. So I stood up and hurried to longjay. Then it happened. I tripped and compakyu fell on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For 5 min, i didn't know how i'd feel. I wanted to cry but i couldn't. Then i texted my mom what happened. It was only after hearing her voice that i started crying like a baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So there. I just want to forget about what happened to compakyu. Right now, he's still in comatose. Let's all pray for his immediate recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DLIfBRbnI/AAAAAAAAABA/GkwEm22ii-Y/s1600-h/cv2000-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DLIfBRbnI/AAAAAAAAABA/GkwEm22ii-Y/s320/cv2000-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183866517729668722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compakyu, the Compaq V2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-8325365999462405305?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/8325365999462405305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=8325365999462405305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8325365999462405305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/8325365999462405305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/03/clumsy-clumsy-baby.html' title='Clumsy Clumsy Baby'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DLIfBRbnI/AAAAAAAAABA/GkwEm22ii-Y/s72-c/cv2000-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476535199335554208.post-7158958689187735621</id><published>2008-03-29T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T06:22:01.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>It's a Blog's life.</title><content type='html'>I've long been wanting to have a new blog. It has already been 2 years since my last blog entry in my livejournal, which doesn't work anymore because i forgot my password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. I'm moving on now. I created a new blog. And i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476535199335554208-7158958689187735621?l=joyciedoodles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/feeds/7158958689187735621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476535199335554208&amp;postID=7158958689187735621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7158958689187735621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476535199335554208/posts/default/7158958689187735621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joyciedoodles.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-blogs-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Blog&apos;s life.'/><author><name>Joyce Ilas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599352787364354244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OJrracWjpFc/R_DJePBRbmI/AAAAAAAAAA4/cIonATRgiQs/S220/1_687211425l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
