<?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-10318323</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:29:08.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what can i say? i love pink...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-115009813472486684</id><published>2006-06-12T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:42:14.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored to death...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's just so sad... i mean, do things really have to end?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was summer. it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; summer. yes. i am stressing on the word 'was' because tomorrow will the the official start of the school year for us college students. yes, tomorrow, i will be an official college student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i may not act my age but i certainly am a coolej student. and i can control myself (unlike some people).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyway, ahhh yes... life... my college life is gonna be filled with a lot of surprises. i think i'm gonna like it... but some, i think i'm not gonna be so prepared to welcome it... i mean, (these are the questions that are running through my mind right now... ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what if i fail?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what if the teacher doesnt like me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what if my classmates dont like me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what if i'm late for class for the very first day?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh my gahd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;how many 'what if's do i currently have running through my mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok... fine... that's over-acting na rin... hehe... sorry... i'm just a little nervous about college and other stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-115009813472486684?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/115009813472486684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=115009813472486684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/115009813472486684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/115009813472486684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/06/bored-to-death.html' title='bored to death...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-115001843378162728</id><published>2006-06-11T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T02:48:00.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last days of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah... well... since it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; summer, it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; real hot... and now, its raining. it really is the end of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days of sunshine 24/7...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days were long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days where the mall was the only cool place to go...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;now, all of our saved energy throghout the entire summer is now directed towards school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;ahh yes... school. school is one of the places where i meet a lot of friends. it is also where i learn stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;anyway, if you're wondering who that girl in the picture is... that's me... i'm real proud of my picture! as in! grabeh! as in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;i just placed that picture there cuz i thought it was a very interesting shot of me... that's one of the last pictures i took during summer after high school, before coolej.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;cuz this tuesday, i'm gonna be a coolej student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;and that means, more fun... more learning... great friends... and even greater adventures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-115001843378162728?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/115001843378162728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=115001843378162728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/115001843378162728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/115001843378162728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-days-of-summer.html' title='the last days of summer'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114998236926817693</id><published>2006-06-10T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:32:49.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my best friend in the entire world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my best friend in the whole entire world just left me for manila. why? thats cuz she's going to study there for coolej. yes, for coolej. yes, i'm a coolej student now. she just left early this morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;anyway, we, my beshiebruhalets and i, were inseperable. we were like two 'kilig' high school students on a sugar high everytime we're with one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;i miss her terribly. even though its just been an hour since her last text message. here was her last text message to me as of 7:23 am, 11th day of June, 2006:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Tnx bru.lOv u 2.take cre of urself here.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;i love my beshie bru so much. she's a part of my soul. i dont know what i'm gonna do without her. anyway, after eight years of friendship, i never really knew it would be this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;she promised me a lot of things. i do hope she'll keep her promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;we both had dreams. we dreamed of spending our 18th birthday together on a trip to hong kong, going shopping and 'boy' sight-seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;hay naku bruha! kailan ka ba talaga uuwi dito sa davao! dapat, kung di natin magawa ang ating hong kong trip, pumunta na lang tayo sa paradise! mag beach tayo dun for 2 days! overnight! dali bru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ice003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats a picture of me and my beshie bru nung aming graduation practices...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114998236926817693?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114998236926817693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114998236926817693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114998236926817693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114998236926817693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-best-friend-in-entire-world.html' title='my best friend in the entire world...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114982315225987093</id><published>2006-06-08T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:36:49.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ah... the last days of summer... i cant believe it... my best friend in the whole entire world is leaving me for manila. i cant believe we're old. it just makes me sad that things ended up this way. i mean, i thought friends should always stick together... but i guess not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;but i guess its ok too... my dad told me once that friends are always there for you, even though they arent really there physically there. they're always inside your heart. i guess he's right. he's my Dad, of course he's right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;gone are the days when we were little kids. gone are the days when 'study-free' weekends exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;look... i'm even crying right now... but we have to start a new chapter in our lives. we have to. or else, we wont grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;i miss high school. all those years spent there will always remain my fondest memories. wanna know why? that's because in that place i met the greatest people i ever met. in that place, i cried a lot because of bullying. also, in that place, i first fell in love (though i'm not really sure that it was love...) and my heart got broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;i have my regrets, too. i keep telling myself that i could have done better. i could not have cried a lot. i could have... i could have... but, i guess... its all over now. there's no turning back time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;but, all i can say to the people who shaped me is 'thank you'. thanks for making me into who i am now. thanks for making me fully human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;my teachers. my teachers were the brightest minds. they were extraordinary. they taught me everything there is to know about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;ah yes, Life. Life is a many splendid thing (even though they say that is should be love...). Life is what fuels a person to do his very best. it is what makes us run after our goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;so... well... i think this is goodbye. Bye High School. I'm surely gonna miss ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114982315225987093?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114982315225987093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114982315225987093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114982315225987093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114982315225987093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-days.html' title='the last days...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114946813652842860</id><published>2006-06-04T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T17:42:16.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my summer this year...</title><content type='html'>these are the pictures of my summer this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/ices88.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/ices95.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/ices101.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/ices97.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/ices11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/ices72.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114946813652842860?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114946813652842860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114946813652842860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114946813652842860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114946813652842860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-summer-this-year.html' title='my summer this year...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114897939622000742</id><published>2006-05-30T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T16:15:17.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can you please answer me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Asan ang mas &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAGANDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na sapatos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/roxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/punkrose1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/punkrose.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114897939622000742?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114897939622000742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114897939622000742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114897939622000742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114897939622000742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-you-please-answer-me.html' title='can you please answer me!'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114785459319862343</id><published>2006-05-17T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T01:29:53.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Davao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;its my home town. (not that we could call it a town anymore...) anyway, it real beautiful here. as in. swair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;though the heat is unbearable during midday, its okay... i guess. but, there's just not much shopping malls here &lt;em&gt;na arang&lt;/em&gt;. i swair! if i had a lot of money, i'm gonna bring sm mega mall (you know, the one in manila) here in davao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;there are really a lot of 'ups' just by being here in davao and not in other places. let me enumerate it more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;1. not much smog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;2. not much traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;3. not much people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;4. not much snatchers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;5. not much hold-upers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;6. not much rapists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;7. not much &lt;em&gt;artistas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;8. not much gay people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;yeah... well, i guess that's it. and, on the other side, the downs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;1. not much malls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;2. not much pogis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;3. not much &lt;em&gt;lakwatsyahan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;4. not much &lt;em&gt;tambayan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;5. not much places to go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;6. not a lot of places to hide. (diba bru?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;"&gt;i guess that's it too! hehe... sorry... you see, today is one of those real boring days in which i really dont have anything better to do. that's why i'm ranting all about 'metro' davao not being metro manila. please, pardon my craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114785459319862343?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114785459319862343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114785459319862343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114785459319862343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114785459319862343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/05/davao.html' title='Davao'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114689110884630678</id><published>2006-05-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:51:48.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just got back from Manila. It was real fun. A lot of shopping. A lot of walking. And more eating. It was real fun! As in! Anyway, I bought a lot of stuff... bags, shoes, books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love shopping. But I really dont like needles. Last Friday, I had an MRI at the Cardinal Santos Hospital in Manila near Greenhills. They placed me onto this board and entered me into this chamber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was real noisy inside. As in real noisy. But then, 30 or so minutes after the procedure began, they got me out, and I thinking that it was all over, was smiling brightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But then, the radiology technician told me that the scans they took of my brain weren't really clear. And, they told me that they had to inject some dye into my system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's when I freaked out. I mean, &lt;em&gt;inject &lt;/em&gt;dye? As in &lt;em&gt;inject&lt;/em&gt; using a &lt;em&gt;needle&lt;/em&gt;? You see, my greatest fear is of needles. Sure, I've been around them all my life considering my dad's a doctor and my mom's a nurse. But, the prospect of me getting &lt;em&gt;injected&lt;/em&gt; was so not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, because they placed my head into this little cage, I couldnt move my head in any direction. Or in my case, I can't move my head at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, my tears were streaming down my face when they injected me with the dye. My parents were outside, waiting for me, not knowing that I was really crying inside the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess that's it. That's my trip to Manila. Oh yeah, I bought, two bags (a white sparkly one and a yellow small one), a dragonfly clip, a Lacoste shirt, and 3 books (The Devil Wears Prada, No Boyfriend Since Birth and Drama Queen).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114689110884630678?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114689110884630678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114689110884630678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114689110884630678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114689110884630678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/05/manila.html' title='Manila'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114497395885406312</id><published>2006-04-13T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:19:18.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer is the time for tanning and going to beaches.. Yeah... that's fun. Real Fun... With a capital F. Hehe... Anyway, I placed 'Summer Boys' as the title because girls (like me...) love em to death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;As in. Grabeh. They flaunt their oh-so-tan bodies with their 'six packs' and just wait until a girl 'accidentally' stumbles over their place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I really hate it if guys get too 'pig-headed'. I mean, all they care about is chicks and booze. That's really way disgusting. As in. Swair. Dont you just hate it if a guy comes up to you and asks you if 'You wanna get on the love train'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eeewww... No style... Enormous Ego... Yet, still, no style...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114497395885406312?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114497395885406312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114497395885406312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114497395885406312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114497395885406312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-boys.html' title='Summer Boys'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114489166521725149</id><published>2006-04-12T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:27:45.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe... my cousin... my cute cousin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/job.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;yun lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114489166521725149?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114489166521725149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114489166521725149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114489166521725149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114489166521725149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/04/hehe-my-cousin-my-cute-cousin.html' title='hehe... my cousin... my cute cousin...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114472580203388026</id><published>2006-04-10T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:23:22.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>noon at ngayon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/goodoldays.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish i had the power to turn back time. i feel as if i'm not quite ready for college. i'm scared of college. as in. i'm so scared of going to college. that's going to mean a lot of things for me. i mean, gosh, i'm gonna be a "College Student". i have to be serious with my studies now cuz its my future are a doctor we're talking about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;wow. i cant believe that time has flown by me too fast that i have barely even blinked and before i knew it, it was hi skul graduation. its so sad... as in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;hahay... i'm surely gonna miss all the things that happened during high school. a lot of things shaped me into who i am right now. i learned a lot of stuff in high school. i learned that even the best of friends turn on each other. i learned that with wishing comes nothing unless you act. i learned that seeing your crush for three long years kiss another girl would really hurt you (it would even make you cry...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;those are the things that i learned in high school. but i guess that i really have to move on. i mean, i have to leave high school in order to grow up into a real person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;i thought my life could be like the one i see on the movies. but, i guess i was wrong. i was terribly wrong. nothing could be like the movies. reality would never be like the movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;that's cuz its &lt;em&gt;reality.&lt;/em&gt; that means that you just can imagine one thing and the next, you have it. its not fiction. its fact. and the fact that i just cant stop time hurts me. but i have to learn from all of my past hurts and grow up into a stronger person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;hahay... ano ba talaga ito?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114472580203388026?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114472580203388026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114472580203388026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114472580203388026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114472580203388026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/04/noon-at-ngayon.html' title='noon at ngayon...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114464319411930745</id><published>2006-04-09T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:26:34.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe... wala lang... walay mahimo diri sa balay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/ice.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yup. that's my name... dont wear it out...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114464319411930745?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114464319411930745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114464319411930745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114464319411930745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114464319411930745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/04/hehe-wala-lang-walay-mahimo-diri-sa.html' title='hehe... wala lang... walay mahimo diri sa balay...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114464018536964038</id><published>2006-04-09T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:36:25.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nung Prom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/2428795006744s.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Prom Night. Yes. It should be capitalized.It should also be underlines and in bold font too. But i pity you people who are going to have a real hard tume reading my little blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;hahay. i wish i had a boyfriend to spend with. But, sadly, i still dont. Please, dont pity me. I really hate it if people pity me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;But Prom Night was a blast. I spent it with my best friend in the whole wide world. I love her like a sister. She's my other half, did you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, that's me in the yellow dress. That's my best friend behind me. She's the second honorable mention in our entire batch. (she's so super smart...) I think that's it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114464018536964038?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114464018536964038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114464018536964038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114464018536964038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114464018536964038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/04/nung-prom.html' title='Nung Prom...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114463973718856784</id><published>2006-04-09T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:28:57.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how i wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/orlandobloom.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;i wish that this dude was my boyfriend... as in... hahay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114463973718856784?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114463973718856784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114463973718856784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114463973718856784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114463973718856784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-i-wish.html' title='how i wish...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114315901942334443</id><published>2006-03-23T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:10:19.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Na Lang Kay Kapoy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school is bringing to a close and everything is ending too soon. i cant help it if (&lt;em&gt;IF&lt;/em&gt;) i cry. its just so sad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;enough about those things. i really hate talking about those stuff. it just seems too final. i really really really dont like high school to end. i'm scared of college (or, as i call it... 'coolej')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;as in. swair! i really dont feel like going to college. i would really like to stay in high school, the place where you're &lt;em&gt;hayahay &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;nakakaka&lt;/em&gt;relate ang mga teachers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;what do people do when they are bored? i really dont know... &lt;em&gt;magtinanga? &lt;/em&gt;stare into space? open mouth so that the flies can fly in? ewww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm a filipina... therefore i have a tendency to talk a lot. so, we filipinas, are now resulting to the unlimited text that smart can only offer. that's good. real good. now, we could send unlimited txts to all the smart users we know. that's real good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyway, i got to go to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114315901942334443?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114315901942334443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114315901942334443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114315901942334443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114315901942334443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/03/summer-na-lang-kay-kapoy.html' title='Summer Na Lang Kay Kapoy...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114298776977303673</id><published>2006-03-21T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T16:36:09.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Graduation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its already time for the year's lasts. for example, its gonna be our last day in school this coming Sunday, March 26. so, well... good bye, high school. i'm gonna miss ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i can always remember the days when we were still in our freshmen year. those were the days... the days when we were little kids and little weird people who kept on shouting just to speak to another person beside you... the days when we had  a crush on the senior who taught us dance moves... god, those were the days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i will always remember ate mikay (with her paypay...) shouting during the cheering practices. i will always remember Kuya BJ, another one of our cheerleaders who, if you dont know, was francelle's crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;those were the days in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;never will i forget the times when i see my crush walking along the hallways of ateneo de davao high school... the times when he smiled at me and i would shy away... gahd, those were the days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;now, gone are those days... we will never relive those days... i will surely miss those days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114298776977303673?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114298776977303673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114298776977303673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114298776977303673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114298776977303673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-things-graduation.html' title='All Things Graduation...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114179979229796887</id><published>2006-03-07T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:36:32.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirvana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh yes. Nirvana. The Eternal Peace and Happiness. Why cant people these days cant seem to find this? I mean, it's easy! Just close your eyes and you could be in Nirvana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Its that easy. And that hard at the same time. I really dont get why people equate money to Nirvana. Why do they do that? Could somebody please tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why do people have to kill people to be happy? Even though it doesnt naturally implies that killing the person you hate so much would make you happy... I know why people kill people. Its because of their greed and selfishness. Thats why they kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But the fact that I just cant seem to get is "why kill?". I know I might think that my world is perfect (and I really wouldnt like someone destroy this world of mine...), but why cant people live in peace? Why do they have to kill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Are they afraid of what might come to them? Why arent they afraid of THE JUDGEMENT DAY? Why cant they be afraid of that instead of what they're afraid now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My father told me once that people kill because of lust. Not only for the lust of flesh but also for the lust of power, money and fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Our world today is slowly dying. I know. I feel her pain. Anyone could feel it, too. That is, if they pay attention to all her cries to be free of all her people's wrong doings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;To sum it all up, I think no one could achieve Nirvana. It is forever lost in this black hole called Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114179979229796887?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114179979229796887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114179979229796887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114179979229796887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114179979229796887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/03/nirvana.html' title='Nirvana'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-114066885756520806</id><published>2006-02-22T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:27:37.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year's Lasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;last IT lesson na namin ngayong thursday, february 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;last English Lesson namin ngayong monday, feb 27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;last Physics Lesson na rin namin ngayong monday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ang daming lasts na talaga ngayon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pansin mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tapos, first and last prom na namin bukas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and my friends, and the entire 3rd year and 4th year, are going to see me wear my dress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm so excited na prom na bukas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pero, nakaka inis lang talaga dahil malapit na mag end ng aming high school life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's really going to end soon... i still can't beleive that i'm finally graduating...\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think i'm going to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-114066885756520806?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/114066885756520806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=114066885756520806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114066885756520806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/114066885756520806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/02/years-lasts.html' title='The Year&apos;s Lasts'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-113996900206907624</id><published>2006-02-14T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:03:22.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Girl's Wishes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hi. my name is marie kriselle embalsado.i was born on the 12th day of February 1989. i'm now 17 years old. i'm a graduating student in the ateneo de davao high school. i'm proud of what i have accomplished in my life as of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you see, i have gone though a lot during my short stay here on earth. i have cried a lot of times, more than i could count. i have mourned for a lot of people. i even died once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but, enough about that. last sunday, february 12, was my birthday. i'm lucky to have gone this far in life. i wouldnt have survived this long if it werent for my family, my friends, and my heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they gave me life. they gave me hope. they gave me love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my mom, each and every night, tells me that i am a very lucky kid. you know what, i believe her. i believe that i am lucky. lucky in a sense that i survived all these things that happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my family, (papa, mama &amp; kuya), are the most important people in my life. i love them so much. if i was given a chance to change anything in my life today, i will not change them. i love them for who they are. i love them even though they make me cry sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tears. tears are a part of growing up, right? yeah... i know. i had cried more than a normal person does, i think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cried when i found out what i had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cried when i found out when i couldnt go back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cried when i fell on my ass while switching off the television because i didnt have balance yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cried when they inserted this real long thing from my pelvis to my neck. *ouch talaga!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cried when i couldnt walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i cried when i told my mom all the mean things some people say about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes, i cried. i cried a lot of times. but, my only wish for this year, *i wish i will cry more. i wish that by crying, i will grow up.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-113996900206907624?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/113996900206907624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=113996900206907624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113996900206907624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113996900206907624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/02/birthday-girls-wishes.html' title='The Birthday Girl&apos;s Wishes...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-113850330583769416</id><published>2006-01-28T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:55:05.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang lapit na talaga ng Birthday ko...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;shet. ang lapit na talaga ng birthday ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i just can't help but think that i'm old. i'm really old. i'll be turning 17 this coming february 12. i cant believe that i'm finally going to college. omg. as in. furreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i still cant seem to forget my birthday last year. it was one of the loneliest birthdays i had ever had in my entire life. sure, marami nag greet sa akin, pero, wala sila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;nag celebrate sila papa ng birthday ko dito sa pinas, pero wala ako. umiiyak ang best friend ko nung birthday ko. umiiyak din ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;really. it was that lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;honestly, i really dont want to leave this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i know my bestest friends in the entire world are going away for college. but, at least nandito pa rin sila sa pilipinas. diba? at least naman di pa rin kami 'maghihiwalay'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;my parents keep on pressuring me to go to the US to study there. i really dont want to. i love it here. this place is my home. i dont want to leave my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and if i leave my home? what place could i call home? i will have no home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;its a sad sad thing... honestly. a real sad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh well. lets just hope that none of those things would ever happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-113850330583769416?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/113850330583769416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=113850330583769416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113850330583769416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113850330583769416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/01/ang-lapit-na-talaga-ng-birthday-ko.html' title='Ang lapit na talaga ng Birthday ko...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-113827029689301652</id><published>2006-01-26T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T02:11:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Night............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Prom Night. Gahd, i'm so damn excited to go to prom right now! my dress is a baby yellow and it falls six inches below the knee. so... ok lang sya! happy gud sya masyado ay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;anyways, my prom date is a cousin of one of my bestest friends. he's a little taller than i am... gahd... am i really that short?! damn! i am short...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but that's not my topic. i really dont want to talk about me being short right now. i'm very comfortable with my height. honestly, i am. i am very much comfortable with my height. but, i am not comfortable with my weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;you see, i have gotten fatter over the last few months. its because of my AVmal... its just bad. honestly. pero, at least, di ako pinapabuhat ng mabibigat na bagay at pinapa PE ng aming teacher for the next two years diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;hehehehehehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;anyways... lets just talk about prom. i'm so excited na talaga about prom! as in! at least meron kaming prom this year kaysa last year! last year, we had an 'alternative prom'. they had it in the sports complex. they were wearing their uniforms and they ate packed dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;it was a really good thing that i wasnt there last year. i was enjoying my time in the u.s. of a. hehehehehe... pasensya na sa lahat, okies?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;hehehe... anyway, sana masaya ang prom this year. i'm just to excited for prom. too bad wala na ang crush ko sa skul... nag graduate na kasi sya eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-113827029689301652?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/113827029689301652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=113827029689301652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113827029689301652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113827029689301652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2006/01/prom-night.html' title='Prom Night............................'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-113598808348117939</id><published>2005-12-30T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:14:43.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just found out that we have an extra second this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its because the world's rotation has slowed down a bit. so, now, we have an extra second!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so, how are you going to spend that extra second?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-113598808348117939?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/113598808348117939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=113598808348117939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113598808348117939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113598808348117939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-113581765509013175</id><published>2005-12-28T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:54:15.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm listening to The Veronicas' Heavily Broken. It's a real beautiful song. Anyway, I would just like to greet everybody A Very Merry Christmas and a Prosporous New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So, my xmas break was real great. i recieved a lot of gifts. i got esprit towel set from my aunt. a russ na chick from my tita. a victoria's secret from a friend. and, lastly, a pair of real cute 'tsinelas' from my best friend in the entire world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;so, what did you recieve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;yeah... well... i hope it was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;anyways, my parents just celebrated their 19th anniversary two days ago. that was real cool. they've been together for so long. an amazing thing, love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;let me just wrap this thing up by saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;note to self: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;do not eat m&amp;m's you find on the floor. chances are, they're not m&amp;amp;m's.&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/10318323-113581765509013175?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/113581765509013175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=113581765509013175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113581765509013175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113581765509013175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-113192327617338359</id><published>2005-11-13T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:07:56.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of No Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Wala lang... I just wanted to say something werd in the beginning of this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;anyways, thanks pala sa lahat na nagsulat sa akin for my retreat! really! thanks talaga sa lahat ng mga palanca letters nyo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;promise! i wil try real hard to write to you din! hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;i'm listening to cyndi lauper... she's this real cool chick. honest! tapos, cute din kanyang mga songs... all about love and shit like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;nakakainis na talaga itong mga pop-ups! arghhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;yeah... well, i'd like to thank you peeps for all the things you have done for me! really! tapos, salamat na lang din sa lahat ng mga tawa at sa marami pang iba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-113192327617338359?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/113192327617338359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=113192327617338359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113192327617338359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113192327617338359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-of-no-class.html' title='The Day of No Class'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-113097283665230060</id><published>2005-11-03T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:07:16.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just Me Against the World Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;yupsh. sadly, it is just me against the world today... i wanna cry... hehehe... sadly, its so true... the world is rallying against me. and, i dont have anyone behind me. yup. that's so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;wondering how to stop all those world wars and shit? guess what? you cant. nobody could stop those things. its already in our system. sadly, its just the same as other people. we are really going down. the human race is falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;yesterday, i saw a person getting mugged. i couldnt do anything against it. i couldnt do anything to prevent it.i felt so helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;that's what people feel everytime they see someone they do not like happening. that's so sad, dont you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;i'm so sick of the things people do today. really. i am. i just sometimes think that what if they kill all those old people and leave all the children. that way, their society would grow up to be a nice one. a more peace-loving one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;sad. so so so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;dont follow any of these. wala lang ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-113097283665230060?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/113097283665230060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=113097283665230060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113097283665230060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/113097283665230060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-just-me-against-world-today.html' title='It&apos;s just Me Against the World Today...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-112932967444757563</id><published>2005-10-15T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T15:41:14.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Forget. A word so simple. A word so hard to define. Much more harder than to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Why is it just too hard to do this? I keep on wondering when i'll be able to forget him. It's really hard. Do you know a cure for this sickness i have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've been wondering. Is it still a crush if you see him with another person and you get hurt? I dont really know... Could you please answer me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I ask you this because more than once, i saw him. with another. yes, i know he would be another's. but i just didnt think it would be this soon. i feel like all those times we flirted were just a waste of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;you know, sometimes, i cry because of this. it really hurts. not just a little, but really, it's a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i never knew what love is, sadly. though i do know what a parent's love is, and maybe a best friend's love is... but, i just dont know if i'll ever know what real real real love is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-112932967444757563?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/112932967444757563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=112932967444757563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112932967444757563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112932967444757563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/10/forget.html' title='Forget'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-112919217935902383</id><published>2005-10-13T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T01:29:39.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Wild World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ooooh... baby baby, it's a wild world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's hard to get by... blah blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hehe... dont know the rest of the song eh... sowee na lang talaga kung din ko alam ang buong song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;to shee, pwede ikaw na lang maglagay ng chat board or something that you keep on mentioning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'm very stupid kasi because i do not know how to put those things in here eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hahay... naku na lang dyud si ice embalsado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;tama noh, samsama pala ako sa inyo for the next two weeks, shee... as in! grabeh! hehehe... yehey! yepee! happy birthday pala kay ms. francelle bagaforo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-112919217935902383?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/112919217935902383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=112919217935902383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112919217935902383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112919217935902383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-wild-world.html' title='It&apos;s A Wild World...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-112384435081390370</id><published>2005-08-12T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T03:59:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in paradise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it feels like i'm in in paradise whenever i'm here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you see, i'm in kidapawan, north cotabato. this place is like nirvana for a lot of reasons. i'm gonna give you five reasons why i love this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. i always seem to sleep in well into the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeah, well, back in davao, i always seem to wake up like 7 in the morning during weekends and 6 during weekdays. thats so like a bummer. but here, i wake up at 10 o clock in the morning. that's a first for me for many many months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. malamig ang weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the weather's not too hot and a little cold. for short, its just the way i like it. pero, naga aircon pa rin kami sa gabi dahil maraming mga lamok and all that shit. you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. may malaking garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my parents bought this lot beside ours two years ago and transformed it into a huge garden... its resembles a park right now. green grass, sweet flowers, butterflies. its my escape from the real world at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. maraming prutas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yeah, because malapit sya sa mga farms and all kaya madaming mga prutas. sobrang dami na talaga ang mga prutas ngayon dito. as in. parang fruit basket na ata ito ng mindanao eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. mabilis ang internet connection and unlimited din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as in. sobra. mabilis masyado ang internet dito kasya doon sa davao. grabeh. tapos, unlimited pa talaga (thats the best part!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kaya sobrang love ko itong place na ito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-112384435081390370?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/112384435081390370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=112384435081390370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112384435081390370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112384435081390370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-paradise.html' title='in paradise...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-112373165641347965</id><published>2005-08-10T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T20:40:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I FINALLY HAVE A CAUSE IN MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You see, people, I now have a cause. I was sent back here to help baby Abby Tajon. She's a little baby who's sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She has a hole in her heart, literally.  I want to speak for her because she cant speak for her own. I think that's why God has sent me back here... to speak for baby Abby Tajon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So, if you have a heart, you'd help me in my cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-112373165641347965?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/112373165641347965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=112373165641347965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112373165641347965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112373165641347965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-cause.html' title='My Cause'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-112254048285018301</id><published>2005-07-28T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T01:48:02.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bakit ba wala talaga ako magawa dito sa bahay... i cant think clearly... well, all i think about is my head... and how i'm going to take care of my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kinda reminds me once when i had a head, you know... one of those heads where grass grows on... its kinda like that one... you're just waiting until your head grows some grass so that you'll be triumphant in growing head grass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... i know... it's stupid... but, dont bother saying its stupid. i already know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think you're also wondering why my first letter in my very first paragraph is capitalized while the others are not... well, i'm simply too lazy to capitalize them... thats why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... its already 430 ng hapon dito and i'm really bored. that's why i'm writing here... kasi, usually... paminsan minsan man lang din kasi ako nagalagay dito eh... i'm too tamad to get up and turn on the computer and hook up the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, here i am... typing away in boredom... instead of lying in bed... facing the ceiling... just counting all the stars that appear in front of my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you about my barkada... they are the craziest people you'll ever find in this part of the planet. they all think alike yet they're so different from each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shee is sweet... talkative... and my coffee high best buddy. she's always mad at the world and she loves it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;france is both a singer and the record holder for most bouncable ass. she walks like she talks... and displays it very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimmm is unexpected, honestly, you'll never know what she'll do best. she's smart yet sometimes, she has her avarege john meyer hang-ups...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karla d. is my best friend since grade 3, she's been with me through my highs and lows.. really, she's like my twin who's not related to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cynthia is the hardworker in the group... nung summer nga nagtrabaho siya para doon sa smart in the init of davao... kawawa naman niya noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si katlab... siya yung tipong taong mahinhin... pero once you get her talking to you, you'll never know how to stop her... she's sweet and friendly and the ultimate "ate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang man ata sila lahat... yeah... yun lang sila lahat... i'm sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam ba niyo na kawawa masyado ako ngayon dahil wala talaga ako magawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait... i already told you that... or maybe i'm just reminding you to leave me more messages! hello?! kimmm? shee? france? iwanan naman din niyo ako ng comment beh! pleash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat na lang sa lahat ng taong nagspare ng kanilang mga time para magbasa lamang ng aking simpleng blog na walang kagandahan... sorry talaga kung plain din masyado aking blog... kasalanan ko yan dahil sa sobrang katamaran ko... hehe... un lang... sige! babye!&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/10318323-112254048285018301?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/112254048285018301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=112254048285018301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112254048285018301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112254048285018301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/07/head-problems.html' title='Head Problems'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-112253888862614710</id><published>2005-07-28T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T01:24:07.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERSHEY'S HUGGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nawawalan ako ng aking Hershey's huggs sa ref namin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ay panawagan para maipabalik sa akin ang aking hershey babies na mahilig akong kainin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asan na ba kayo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit kayo nagpakain sa ibang mga tao na hindi ko alam?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hershey's huggs ko...&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/10318323-112253888862614710?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/112253888862614710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=112253888862614710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112253888862614710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112253888862614710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/07/hersheys-huggs.html' title='HERSHEY&apos;S HUGGS!'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-112156657981712122</id><published>2005-07-17T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T19:16:19.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hi. My name is ice embalsado... and i have av mal... seriously... do you want me to start it this way? its boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yes, my name is ice embalsado... and yes, i have av mal... its a condition where one blood vessels strays grows another vessel in my brain and sooner or later, it pops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yun... pumutok na nga... noong may 3 ng gabi, pumutok sya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had been in manila with my parents at that time... i was planning to go shopping for that week and to see my friends in the ajss program. but then, the unthinkable happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened. so, my parents later found me in the bathroom, unconscious and all that shit. so, they rushed me to the nearest hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom had been so worried. she was so not herself. my father, on the other hand, had been so not in panic... he was in control. he was acting like himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we reached the hospital, the doctor told my mother that they may be too late... my mother had no care about that... she just wanted me back...  so, they rushed to the operating room and opened my skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they got about 1cc of blood from my skull, you know, because the blood vessel popped. that was my first night in manila... i haven't even gone shopping yet. too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother had been here in davvao at that time because he had summer classes to attend. my mother kept on telling him that i was just asleep. she never told him about my condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family, on the other hand, were told about this. they cried. they cried. they cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends in manila were also told about this. well, except my best friend, karla. her mother kept it a secret from her... to keep her safe, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she later told me that she found out the minute she stepped out of her dorm room, our other two friends were already crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, they visited me. that weekend. my friends were crying. i was still in a coma at that time. it hurt to think of how they felt for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what hurt even more, was what the doctor told my mother. he told her that if i dont wake up in 3 days, there would be lesser hope about me ever waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, when the 3rd day passed, she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the 4th passed, she cried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the 5th day passed, mind you, it was mothers' day, she almost leaped for joy at the gift she recieved. i finally woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even greeted my lolo, my father later told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, later, we went back here in davao. i woke up the day after we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of strange to wake up in a hospital room, with a bandage stuck to your head. seriously pare, it really freaked me out. i called out for my mother, but then my tube pa pala na nakalagay sa bunganga ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, nuong umuwi na kami dito sa bahay, wala pa rin ako masyado boses. the doctors also warned my parents that i may be a bit emotional... well, yeah. i am emotional... i am crying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, about two weeks later, bumalik na rin boses ko... and my doctor told me that mga 2 months pa daw bago babalik aking boses. liar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here i am. back in school, though bawal lang nga ako magcheering and mag pe and bawal rin daw nga ako magpuyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos, pagkatapos ng may, bumalik kami sa manila para magpagamma knife... its this procedure they do to people na may bleeding after the operation. sobrang sakit rin nuon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos, after that, nag absent ako sa skul nuong first week... tapos, nag skul na ako nuong second week... so, hanggang ngayon, nasa skul pa rin ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eto na ako. nagtatype ng anong nangyari sa akin nuong may hanggang july...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end na muna ako. sobrang haba na ata nitong pinangtatype ko na eh...&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/10318323-112156657981712122?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/112156657981712122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=112156657981712122' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112156657981712122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/112156657981712122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/07/battle.html' title='The Battle'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-110668983238210075</id><published>2005-01-25T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T20:49:55.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Meeting... and then Some...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I think its always kinda weird when you first meet a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I know its weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to tell you about the first time I met Him. Pero, some things were changed to protect him... and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was one of the sons of my Dad's Best Friend. Daddy's Best friend was this rich guy from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nagplano sila magkita sa isang restaurant with their familes in tow. Well, my parents were dressed like always, kuya ko rin, kagaya pa rin ang kanyang suot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako, being the too-tamad-to-pick-a-decent-outfit, was wearing one of my old black shirts na may "The Ramones" sa harap, tapos, faded jeans and my fave chucks na black. Well, pinagalitan nga ako ni mama pagpasok ko sa car dahil pangit daw yung suot ko. Pero, sabi ni papa, if they make me go up to my room and change my clothes, ma-late pa siguro kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating namin sa place, nagpareserve pala sila papa ng dalawang tables. Isa, para sa aming mga 'kids'. Isa naman, para sa kanilang mga 'adults'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yung kids ng friend ni daddy were older than me. Brothers sila, yung isa ka-age ni kuya, tapos the other was two years older than them. So, that made me the youngest sa aming lahat and the only girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so out-of-place. Sila lahat naka-formal na pagka-casual. Ako, parang papunta lang sa bahay ng kapit-bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I'm not like those girls who wear really skimpy outfits and make-up. I'm too tamad to do that. Anyway, the shirt I'm wearing is like two sizes bigger than me, pero, okay pa rin tingnan. Di siya malamig, okay lang. Cool siya na shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, buffet kasi. So, as always, I pig out. Well, ang name ng kuya was, and still is, Joshua, yung younger bro niya is Daniel, Josh calls him Dan. Anyway, nagbonding si Josh pati si kuya, so, naturally, na bored ako so umalis ako to get food. Hindi ko alam na nagasunod na pala sa akin si Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have I mentioned that Dan doesn't know how to speak in straight Tagalog? Well, he can't. He's born and raised in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught up to me and introduced himself. Nagsmile siya. Tinaasan ko ng kilay. (Inside, naga-thump na talaga aking heart.) Well, instead of introducing myself, I uttered a completely different thing. Before I knew it, I said "Okay." in reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan laughed. Then he continued, "So, how's life here in the Philippines?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, continuing to put food into my plate. (Gad, I'm such a pig...) "Okay lang. I guess..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumawa siya ulit. Tumaas na ang balhibo ko sa likod ng neck ko. Ka-weird. That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; happened before. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the fish. "So, what do you call this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumingon ako sa kanya. Was he really this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ignorante &lt;/span&gt;around people or is it just around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me?&lt;/span&gt; Obviously, I answered "Uh... food?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed again, then feeling ko may little shock running up and down my spine. I guess other girls my age would call this shock/tindig balahibo thingee as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kilig Experience&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fastforward natin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa table na kami, I was between my brother and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; Josh. By then, I, sa sobrang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FC&lt;/span&gt;, started calling Kuya Josh as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joshie&lt;/span&gt;. Well, he didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumapit yung waiter para magkuha ng drinks namin. I ordered iced tea para sa 'kin pati kay kuya bro. Joshie ordered some weird shake. Dan ordered another thing na naga-intriga sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dan, ano yan?" Gahd, I'm stupid. Sa sobrang kain nakalimutan ko na hindi pala siya marunong ng Tagalog. So, ki-translate ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh... a shake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed. Ice=1, Dan=1. Pantay na kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigi lang ako laugh, "Fine." With a smile still on my face, I said, "I really hate you right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabay din siya laugh. "Okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang.&lt;/span&gt; We could change that before this night ends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he did change that before that night ended. Nung nagkuha ng food ulit si Joshie, nagchange siya ng seat so he ended up beside me, pestering me and making me translate some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when the night was about to end, nag-picture taking sila daddy. Tapos, ki-picturan din kaming mga 'kids'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsmile yung daddy nila, tapos, nag laugh siya. "Dan ha, are you courting Ice na?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos si Daddy, sigi binuang. "Dan, I approve you for my daughter! If you wanna court her, go right ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty sure that I was so red that ma-jellie na talaga sa akin ang isang tomato. So, I did the most reasonable thing for me to do at that moment, I whined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few hours after that, I got a call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, before I knew it. Nagkita kami ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just Karma? Or am I really filled with Bad Luck?&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/10318323-110668983238210075?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/110668983238210075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=110668983238210075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/110668983238210075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/110668983238210075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-meeting-and-then-some.html' title='First Meeting... and then Some...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-110659775506559670</id><published>2005-01-25T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T11:15:36.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Perfect Guy SHOULD Have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hindi talaga mawawala ang usapan na ito sa aming magbabarkada. Each of us had this unique type of guy na we think is perfect for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa isa kong friend, gusto niya di-masyado matangkad, pero dapat maputi, matalino, may pagka-cute na loner/ brain look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other naman, dapat tall, dark and handsome. Pero, dapat may utak but with a tinge of jock. Magaling magbasketball, magpatawa at magsayaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa akin naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, para mas easier for me... I'll make it into a list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The List of the Qualities my Perfect Guy SHOULD Have&lt;br /&gt;(*negotiable/can be tolerated, **non-negotiable)&lt;br /&gt;1. must be POGI. *&lt;br /&gt;2. must know how to cook. *&lt;br /&gt;3. must have goals. *&lt;br /&gt;4. dark brown eyes. *&lt;br /&gt;5. magaling mag basketball. **&lt;br /&gt;6. magaling magpatawa. **&lt;br /&gt;7. mahilig mag-sine. **&lt;br /&gt;8. mahilig ng music. **&lt;br /&gt;9. seryoso sa relationship. **&lt;br /&gt;10. mahilig manood ng basketball. **&lt;br /&gt;11. hindi madaling mapikon. **&lt;br /&gt;12. must be good to dogs** and other animals. *&lt;br /&gt;13. tanned**&lt;br /&gt;14. masmatangkad sa akin. **&lt;br /&gt;15. mahilig kumain. **&lt;br /&gt;16. loves to sing kahit yabag.**&lt;br /&gt;17. loves to read books. **&lt;br /&gt;18. hates aaron carter and all the other boybands.**&lt;br /&gt;19. must not talk about past girlfriends around me.**&lt;br /&gt;20. finally, he must 'click' with my kuya and other male cousins. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-110659775506559670?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/110659775506559670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=110659775506559670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/110659775506559670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/110659775506559670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-my-perfect-guy-should-have.html' title='What My Perfect Guy SHOULD Have...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-110652039297650178</id><published>2005-01-24T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T00:27:19.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Love and Finding It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love talaga is the most beautiful thing sa buong mundo. Walang maka-explain kung bakit ito nangyayari. Its such an unexplained phenomenon. Marami na ang na-infect nito. It powers life and the relationship between every single being dito sa mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila ang love hindi dapat hanapin. You have to let It find you. And when that moment comes, the moment wherein Love introduces himself to you, you have to hold on and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream, once. I imagined that I was already in my mid-20s and I was single and attending my best friend's wedding. My best friend (I wont tell you which one!) and her husband looked at each other. Ma-feel ko, kahit na I was dreaming, true love yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo yung feeling na when you look into the eyes of the person you love and see that emotion shining in his eyes, parang naga-disappear ang mundo around you until dumadating yung moment na kayong dalawa na lang talaga? Yun ang love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng babae sa mundo, ever since kid pa sila, they dream for their very own unique, kilig, and ever lasting happy ending. Pero yun na nga eh. Dun na point may question na nagalabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does love last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, (well, I'm not cynical. I'm optimistic.), Love lasts. What if time comes that Love starts to fade away? Do we need to repaint? Or do we put a sealant on it the moment we find it so that it would last longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, another thing popped up in my mind.What if two people, sobrang obvious na sa buong mundo na may spark sa kanila, chose to ignore it and not love each other openly? Does that mean that they're not meant to be together even if they were supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love talaga... bat mo gusto mag-gulo ng mga isipan ng tao? Kailangan mo ba na i-drive ang isang tao to the brink of insanity para malaman niya na Love is staring at him at a point zero range?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318323-110652039297650178?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/110652039297650178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=110652039297650178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/110652039297650178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/110652039297650178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/01/of-love-and-finding-it.html' title='Of Love and Finding It...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318323.post-110637474207230482</id><published>2005-01-21T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T10:31:49.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang Tatalo sa Luto ni Nanay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When I woke up, the first thing na pumasok sa ulo ko was, obviously, food. Well, lets just say na ki-avoid ko muna siya the moment I walked into the Kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tama, the reason I capitalize the K in Kitchen is because, for me, the Kitchen is a very Holy spot. Daming energy na naga-exude galing sa Kitchen. I mean, dito galing ang most of the energy we use every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thinking about the talking to a person. Tapos, it came to my mind that I wanted to call JC, as in JC Jimenez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, I was talking to JC, tapos, sinabi niya na mag-isa lang daw siya sa kanilang apartment and he was cooking himself lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaawa si JC, nag-iisa sa bahay at sariling nagluluto ng tocino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tagal kami nag talk ni JC. Until, I heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt; sa kanyang voice. Mind you, hindi normal na makarinig ka ng panic sa boses niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew, he almost burned down the Kitchen. Well, na burn niya kanyang food. Nag black daw yung taas ng stove. AND, nasira daw yung isang part ng kanilang kitchen dahil nabuhos daw yung corn oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, and to think, all these happened because I called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&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/10318323-110637474207230482?l=ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/feeds/110637474207230482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318323&amp;postID=110637474207230482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/110637474207230482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318323/posts/default/110637474207230482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofphantomsandmusicangels.blogspot.com/2005/01/walang-tatalo-sa-luto-ni-nanay.html' title='Walang Tatalo sa Luto ni Nanay...'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08769319256748952867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f280/icecinder13/Ices019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
