<?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-34041134</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:23:32.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>torya ko to</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-2035096504192328631</id><published>2009-10-18T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:33:53.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambukal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/StwHjS1AmVI/AAAAAAAAACI/duyNVL2deUo/s1600-h/Anjelabovick5198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/StwHjS1AmVI/AAAAAAAAACI/duyNVL2deUo/s200/Anjelabovick5198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394194756614003026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/StwHjOsgwiI/AAAAAAAAACA/2fRJNZMVktI/s1600-h/Anjelabovick5200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/StwHjOsgwiI/AAAAAAAAACA/2fRJNZMVktI/s200/Anjelabovick5200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394194755504620066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/StwHipOyr9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/wmKvot5t0Yg/s1600-h/Anjelabovick5193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/StwHipOyr9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/wmKvot5t0Yg/s200/Anjelabovick5193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394194745447854034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/StwHiAhigeI/AAAAAAAAABw/AvxmzKbipVg/s1600-h/Anjelabovick5183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/StwHiAhigeI/AAAAAAAAABw/AvxmzKbipVg/s200/Anjelabovick5183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394194734520631778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the pictures I took during our trip to Mambukal Resort last Octobe&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;Publish Post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r 16, 2009. It's a forty-five minute drive from Bacolod City.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-2035096504192328631?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2035096504192328631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=2035096504192328631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/2035096504192328631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/2035096504192328631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/mambukal.html' title='Mambukal'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/StwHjS1AmVI/AAAAAAAAACI/duyNVL2deUo/s72-c/Anjelabovick5198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-8128597857658319725</id><published>2009-10-18T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:02:08.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/Stv9v8OsZsI/AAAAAAAAABg/o3CI9MVMNF4/s1600-h/Anjelabovick5225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/Stv9v8OsZsI/AAAAAAAAABg/o3CI9MVMNF4/s320/Anjelabovick5225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394183978769737410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I planned the Palawan trip for months  now, we filed leaves in the office just so we can all join. The day of the trip came, that was last October 15, Thursday. It's really sad that one of our friends, Bels, did not make it to join us to attend to a personal matter. Oh well, it's life. We were already in the airport like 12 in the afternoon because the flight was like 3 or something. And to our surprise, ZestAir cancelled the flight to Puerto Princesa due to an aircraft situation. That was really a hussle to all the people going there. We also learned that there are some people who was supposed to have a flight the other day and it was cancelled because of the weather condition. Oh well, that really sucks... My friends and I wouldn't want to go home as loser because they already knew that trip. Just so we can go out of Manila, we requested the ZestAir people to transfer us to another flight that will never be cancelled and without us being charged again which they did. They told us that trip to Bacolod will not be cancelled. And so, we all agreed. At the smoking area, we met one nice lady, named Gene and her trip is also to Bacolod. Her flight is supposedly at 1pm, it was delayed to 330, delayed, 630pm delayed and finally at 830, we were able to board the plane with her. We knew nothing about Bacolod. But that's the fun of it, right? To go to a place you are really not sure of. Good thing that there is the Masskara Festival. We don't really care then even if most of our outfits are for the beach. Gene's nice enough to have her best friend Joms book us at an available inn that time, Check Inn. At last, we landed to the New Silay Bacolod Airport.  We took a shuttle to the inn, 100 bucks per head. The inn's in down town. Since we were so hungry, we just brought our things to the room and had a very lunch dinner at the Wave lounge just across the street. We just had sandwiches with Cali, pale and sprite, a pitcher of margarita. Nice place to chill. There's an acoustic couple playing. My friends, Shari, Cherl and Anna would not let the day pass without me jamming and so I did. I had four songs. Alone, Stay, Crazy for you and another song which I can't remember anymore.  The next day, we went the SM Bacolod to have a late breakfast at Bobs (our official diner during our stay), bought things for Mambukal Resort and meet up with Gene. Our trip to Mambukal resort's really unforgettable and i must say one of the best. Before seeing the falls, we had a few drinks (gsm blue mixed with gatorade and sprite). At past three or four pm. We started going up. Boy, it's really, really hard because it's an uphill climb, unlike what Shari and I experienced going to Kabigan falls. I actually fainted up there but still managed to reach the 6 falls. We were not able to see the 6 other falls because it's almost dark when we got there. We are supposed to use the shortcut going down, but the guide said that we will use the way we went up. Huwaaahhh.... We are in a total darkness that time. Good thing that we had the tour guide, Joms and Marx (Jene's friends) to help us there.It's almost 7pm when we reached the foot.  And mind you guys, it's really tiring and dehydrating. It's like a forty-five minute drive going back to the city. When we got to the inn, we just took a bath and then meet up with Jene and friends to have a very late dinner. We went to Chicken Deli at Lacson Street. Since it's a week-long festivity for the Ilonggos, the street's really full of people. That's what i noticed with the Ilonggos. They spend time and really prepare for that happening.... After dinner, we went to find another place to stay because we are only booked to stay for two days at the check inn hotel and unfortunately we are not able to find any. We just went to the Ice bar to meet up Jene and friends... Of all places, i saw an old friend from college, Perry EscaÑo with Richard Quan. Perry introduced me to Richard. I got starstruck that I forgot to let them meet the girls I'm with. We had Tanduay Ice as our drink and I must say it's good. We stayed there til past 2am then we went back to the hotel to get our things and deliver it to the Bacolod Pavillion hotel where Jene stays then off we go to CeresTerminal for our trip to Punta Bulata White Beach Resort which is a four hours ordinary bus trip from the city.  We were not able to make it to the 3am trip so we waited til 4am and then our trip began. It's really a long hour drive, imagine if we took a cab going there, how much will they charge us. Good thing we took the bus for like a hundred and thirty five bucks i believe. Punta Bulata is 156kms south from Bacolod.Imagine how much we have to go through, just to get that tan we wanted. (Our mindset is Palawan, remember?) Finally, the bus driver, "Koya" dropped us at the main road where we can take another ride going to the beach. And to our surprise, we saw nothing but a habal habal or a single motorcycle, and yes, we took a 4.5 km ride going to the beach. It's really a rough road that the 100 bucks they are asking seemed to be a fair price. When we reached the area, it feels like heaven. What's more, we're the only people there apart from the workers there. Sweet.... We did whatever we wanted. Sounds. Drinks. Party. Jene and I went to the right side of the beach to pick some rocks and shells, and there we got the tan we hoped for. It actually rained but good thing it only lasted for a few minutes but even if it did, it didn't stop us from staying in the sea. That time, I thought about not going home anymore but like any story, it has to end, right? We took another habal-habal trip back to the main road with the same drivers. I gave my driver an extra because the road's really slippery yet he managed to be good in it. When we got to the main road, we missed the bus and so we waited almost half an hour to get another one. We had like another 4 hours drive to Ceres Terminal and off we go through a cab going to the Bacolod Pavillion hotel where we stayed. Glad that Joms found a room for us in the same hotel where they are.  We had a few drinks, enough to make us sleep. Well, i was the last one to sleep. We woke up the next morning with the following agenda: Fruitstand (lanzones and mangga), Napoleones, The Ruins, Lunch, Shopping and off we go to the airport. It's really sad that four days of rest already ended. But I'm really glad that Palawan trip's cancelled, if not, we could have not met Jene and friends and experience the beauty of  Negros Occidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Madamo gid nga salamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-8128597857658319725?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8128597857658319725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=8128597857658319725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/8128597857658319725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/8128597857658319725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2009/10/trip-to-south-of-south.html' title='Trip to the South'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/Stv9v8OsZsI/AAAAAAAAABg/o3CI9MVMNF4/s72-c/Anjelabovick5225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-8455751774871834497</id><published>2009-09-12T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:32:45.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever felt hours seem like years? Well, that was I felt last night when I finally had the chance to be with someone I love again. I totally know it was a wrong idea to fall for him but what can I do. He made me feel very important and most of all, he made feel that I exist and matter. What I am really happy about is that he really wanted our meeting to push through so even if it was really raining hard, it did. We decided to meet up at 7eleven Boni, then go to Ayala,Makati and eat pares at the creek side beside People Support, and so we did. We even went to our old office building, RCBC, and chill at the lung center and do what everybody else is doing. It's like a suspect going back to the crime scene a year after the crime happened. That's what it feels like going back to what we considered home for like years already. While we were there, we felt awkward because we no longer know everyone in the area plus we are the only ones not wearing our ID. It was a good thing that he saw one of our colleague still working at the same building in a different company. We shared stories and reminisced until we have nowhere to go to. We decided to call friends, Jay and Abhie. Guess what, Jay has 2 phones and it doesn't ring. Abhie's phone doesn't ring either. We called Bels, who is quite a busy person but nevertheless took our call. Last chance, we called NiÑo who has a shift in Union Bank Plaza, Ortigas. Guess what. Yes, we went to UBK. We took a bus then walked from Galleria to UBK and looked like shit since it was raining hard. Anyhow, i honestly did not care about because I'm with him.  While we're there, we saw old friends. Bonding time. They once again laugh about his jokes, punchlines and stories. There's one guy who thought that I am his better half, well I said we're good friends. Indeed. His old team leader said that we look good together even before. Well. That time, I don't know what do or if I should say anything at all. I stayed quiet and just smiled. I still am not used to people seeing us together. We stayed there til past 3am before we decided to go home. We took a cab going to my place. While at the cab, we just held hands. It feels like I wanted to stay there for good but no can do. In every story there should be an ending, and so ours ended too. He just waited till I get inside the gate then off he go. While in bed, I sent him a message saying that I was so happy being with him and he made my day. I also told him i know this is wrong but i do love you and he replied "Same here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-8455751774871834497?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8455751774871834497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=8455751774871834497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/8455751774871834497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/8455751774871834497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/umbrella.html' title='Umbrella'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-7278146999419987112</id><published>2008-05-01T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:00:31.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sino si jHude rosales?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;yes, yes, me "H".  i have no idea who he is, it's probably not even his real name.  he doesn't sound very articulate whether he's texting me or talking to me over the phone.  he supposedly got my number somewhere and bugs me occasionally at work.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;hindi naman ako maarte.  i just don't like people i don't know texting me and it's not about work or the band.  i have better things to do rather than text people who just use me as a form of amusement.  &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-7278146999419987112?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7278146999419987112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=7278146999419987112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/7278146999419987112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/7278146999419987112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2008/05/sino-si-jhude-rosales.html' title='sino si jHude rosales?'/><author><name>bels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781432431747414479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a321/nuwanda77/thegoddesshiding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-6090008725148608861</id><published>2008-04-18T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:56:25.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i will never be good enough so i won't even try </title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;i remember before i had this crush on a co-worker. it wasn't obsession; i still had full control of my mental faculties and even if i had stalker tendencies, i didn't consider it destructive. like i said, i still was very much sane. it didn't feel like i was going to die without him. besides, how can you kill someone who's already dead?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the feeling that i have now for this co-worker is much similar to &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://thisismyownshit.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-like-voyeur-when-i-look-at-you.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms" color=#aa77aa&gt;that&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;, except for the stalking part. but i know myself enough to know that like all other beings i have come to know and appreciate, the feeling for him is fleeting unless i actually get to know him and understand the workings of his mind. then we become friends and it ends there. so the feeling becomes no more than potential energy.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;it's not worth it. i can try but something inside me tells me i shouldn't even begin to, because it may all be in vain. you will just go on living your life and you'll come and go and it won't ever mean a thing because you won't even notice that i exist. i will be left with all of the things i should've said had i not been too proud or scared to take the risk of saying three little words that won't even mean a thing to the object they are directed to. i've heard it all before. it has happened more than enough times to make me wasted and despondent. it just brings me back to being cold and unfeeling and empty.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i feel numb already and i haven't tried to fight the battle. even if you show me signs that you might learn to appreciate me the way i do you, it will never come to that. we will be friends, it is not hard. i've never had trouble making friends. it's keeping the feeling locked inside for the friend that i have difficulty with. especially when the friend is perfect. you and i will be friends, and you're already perfect. so do the math because i hate it. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i feel like a voyeur when i look at you too, and more. i find myself quoting myself (because the feeling is the same, you just happen to be way too perfect unlike the last guy):&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 85%; COLOR: #66ffff"&gt;too many people want you. they all want a piece of you. all i want is just, hell, i don't even know what i want from you. probably an opportunity. to talk. to walk. to listen to music or watch a movie. to do something relevant other than the things we do together now. that's it. that's what i want to do if i get the chance to actually be with you. just you. to touch you. hug you. kiss you. love you.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;yes, that's how i feel for you. the same way i felt for him and red and boom and johno and jade and link and all the other men (and women) in my life to whom i've felt connected to but didn't try because it was seriously a precious waste of time and energy to try to convert all that glorious potential energy to movement. a friendship would be ruined, budding or otherwise already flourishing; it's not fucking worth it. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i won't even try to change. like i have said, i've heard it all before, it has happened too many times that i already know how damned it is before it even actually happens. i will never be fucking good enough, there will always be some flaw that will keep you from me and i will be destroyed again and again and again and frankly, i'm too tired to rationalize all these ideas in my head. and do you have any idea what's in my head right now?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;it's you, you fucking idiot, all you. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 85%; COLOR: #66ffff"&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 85%; COLOR: #66ffff"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 85%; COLOR: #66ffff"&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 85%; COLOR: #66ffff"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 85%; COLOR: #66ffff"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 85%; COLOR: #66ffff"&gt;I can't take my eyes... &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 85%"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #66ffff"&gt;-Damien Rice, The Blower's Daughter&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 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href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2007/12/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-7352866999638225849</id><published>2007-08-31T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:34:59.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latigo</title><content type='html'>Latigo&lt;br /&gt;"boom dizon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom Dizon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalimutan ko nang mataranta&lt;br /&gt;Nawala kang muli&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko tatanungin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nawawala ang hindi hinahanap&lt;br /&gt;Panong mapapagod ang dati nang pagal&lt;br /&gt;Hindi malilimot ang di mo naintindihan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humalik sa himpapawid&lt;br /&gt;Arukin ang di maabot&lt;br /&gt;Malayong babalik ka pa&lt;br /&gt;Pumipiglas ang lubid&lt;br /&gt;Yayapos ang alipin&lt;br /&gt;Umaatras&lt;br /&gt;Ang oras&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ika’y nawawala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalimutan mo nang magsalita&lt;br /&gt;At tulad ng huli&lt;br /&gt;Purihin ang salarin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nabibigo ang di nangangahas&lt;br /&gt;Santong pinapako, kumalinga ng wagas&lt;br /&gt;Magsisi’t tumalikod wala ka nang babalikan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-7352866999638225849?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7352866999638225849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-2638307237278651526</id><published>2007-08-31T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:28:21.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MALIGNO MANIA is here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/4iTaTV96P_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/4iTaTV96P_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="290" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-2638307237278651526?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-2796488988114269616</id><published>2007-02-21T23:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:49:19.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't see me!!! John Cena</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/8PyVukA5Pj' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/8PyVukA5Pj'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;JOhn Cena is one of my favorite WWE wrestlers... i just love him soo muchhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-2796488988114269616?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/2796488988114269616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=2796488988114269616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/2796488988114269616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/2796488988114269616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-can-see-me-john-cena.html' title='You can&amp;#39;t see me!!! John Cena'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-5717318338213475479</id><published>2007-02-21T23:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:42:52.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris Benoit's Entrance Theme in WWE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/8kQeWj2Cof/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/8kQeWj2Cof/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Just wanna share this to you... Everytime he comes in with his entrance, i just can't help but fall for the rabid wolverine... aaww....&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm a girl, but i watch wrestling since i was little...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-5717318338213475479?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5717318338213475479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=5717318338213475479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/5717318338213475479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/5717318338213475479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2007/02/chris-benoit-entrance-theme-in-wwe_21.html' title='Chris Benoit&amp;#39;s Entrance Theme in WWE'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-3553615489553996788</id><published>2007-02-15T17:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:15:29.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is bels... my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - 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treasure your family history" alt="MyHeritage - treasure your family history" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/13/00/41/130041_527434a0ff4d546b4xmf13.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-8509900120629902667?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/8509900120629902667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=8509900120629902667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/8509900120629902667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/8509900120629902667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-heritage.html' title='my heritage'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-4175674732938144248</id><published>2007-02-15T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:44:59.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>celeb look alikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com" title="MyHeritage - 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The key is the colors you select for your possessions. Most people claim they haven't a favorite color. But look around you, and you'll notice a pattern, especially in your clothing and home decor. The predominant color for you is the one that appears most frequently -- it's the one that mirrors the sexual you. A panel of psychologists, speaking at the 1975 Home Interior Design Forum, explained the association between color and sexual patterns.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red:&lt;br /&gt;People who like red tend to be tigers in the sack. They are easily aroused and enjoy sex in every way imaginable. Once the sexual spark is ignited, it may take hours to extinguish. When two reds get together, the ensuing erotica could make Lady Chatterly blush. Lovers of red tend to be aggressors and weaker colors should be aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow:&lt;br /&gt;If you tend to favor yellow, your sexual drives are complex and turn toward the adaptable. In most cases the person will consent to the stronger partner's desires in a passive manner. You will never enjoy sex to the fullest, but you will never turn down an invitation from somebody you enjoy or admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink:&lt;br /&gt;Persons who like pink show a reluctance to mature in sexual matters: women tend to tease, to promise more than they intend to deliver. In some cases they flaunt their femininity -- but because they secretly hate men. A great percentage of prostitutes boast entire wardrobes in pink. Men who like pink are the philanderers and flirts. They are the type who will make three dates for the same evening and not keep one, preferring to pick up a dish in some bar instead. Women whose husbands like pink should keep a secret nest egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple:&lt;br /&gt;Lovers of purple frequently consider themselves to be too sophisticated for a fun romp in the sack. Women sometimes are the type who hate to mess their hair. Men are business-like in their approach to lovemaking. In both sexes purple partners are more concerned with their fulfillment than anyone else's gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black:&lt;br /&gt;Black color preferences point to black sex (not necessarily meaning black partners). These people are the misfits of the sex world and seek out each other in kinship. They tend to prefer perverted sex and are usually masochistic or sadistic in nature. They are moody people and often perform at their peak when under stress or during unhappy times. Police psychiatrists claim that sex offenders prefer the color black. And it is no coincidence that the uniform of mobsters and teenage gangs is black attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green:&lt;br /&gt;Those who prefer green are fresh and innocent in their approach to sex. Women who love green will always make love like virgins all their life. And a man may always be a trifle clumsy and awkward but in a charming and endearing sort of way. Green lovers are gentle, but not passionate. If chosen as a mate, one will never need worry about infidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange:&lt;br /&gt;Lovers of the color orange lean toward sexual fantasies. The sex act is regarded as a dramatic one-act play in which they are the star. Foreplay is as important as the act of love. They whisper sweet nothings, meaningless dialogue; they feel it is their image. Orange people often do not experience orgasm -- but they put on a darn good act. Men tend to pull their partner's hair, and women leave red welts on the sex partner's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown:&lt;br /&gt;If you love brown, you're a real treasure for the right mate. Brown lovers tend to be warm and deep, sensitive to the needs and desires of their partners. Sex is a 24 hour a day thing. Where you can't say "I love you" often enough. Snuggling by the fire, walking in the rain or catching snowflakes on their tongue is a turn-on to a lover of brown. They need lots of time and privacy to make love. But their emotions are such that one harsh word could end the affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray:&lt;br /&gt;The color gray is preferred by people who are indecisive. They can't get excited about anything -- including color -- so they choose a noncommittal shade. Men who prefer gray look at sex as a way of relieving tension -- but nothing more, nothing less. It's wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Women don't make love, they have intercourse. And for one of two reasons only: to accommodate their mate, or to become pregnant. They count the cracks in the bedroom plaster until the sex act is over with and done. But when teamed with another color, the gray spouse considers the other's infidelity a blessing. When a gray marries another gray, the marriage is made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue:&lt;br /&gt;Lovers of blue are wonderful sex partners. They are affectionate and sensitive to their partner's needs. They consider love making a fine art and their approach is elegant. Men who love blue are like concert pianists, delicately ravaging their partner like they would play a baby grand. Women in the blue category enjoy sex to the fullest. They are exciting partners but their passion may be compared to a tidal wave rather than fiery aggression. Both women and men enjoy foreplay and the aftermath of lovemaking, as much as the sex act itself. In marriage a blue person is a wonderful mate -- never seeking outside interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White:&lt;br /&gt;If a person is infatuated with white, sex often seems filthy. These people are puritanical in nature. French kissing is obscene and to make love in the daylight is unheard of. Women who love white will undress beneath the covers. Men will shower before and after the sex act. These people still use pet names for their genitals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-116910279922040295?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/116910279922040295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=116910279922040295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/116910279922040295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/116910279922040295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2007/01/color-sex-test.html' title='The Color Sex Test'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-116675893981506240</id><published>2006-12-21T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:42:19.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two face</title><content type='html'>why do i have to explain my side everytime? do i always have to say something? what if i don't want to? each and every one of us have the right to remain silent if they choose to... and i choose not to give YOU any detail at all... why do you have to make up such story just to prove that you are right? do you really wanna know the truth? you suck... look at yourself first before you criticize others... you said that if people have issues with you, they have to tell it to you, right then and there... but how about you having an issue with people, why can't you tell it to them straight? you backbiter...practice what you preach...  i have been blinded by you and it took me time to realize that you are making a clone out of me.. i don't want to be your shadow forever... we are different... i'm sooorry... you always felt like you have to save someone... save yourself first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-116675893981506240?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/116675893981506240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=116675893981506240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-116279530488591309</id><published>2006-11-05T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:41:44.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win by Brian Mcknight</title><content type='html'>Win... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark is the night, I can weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Never say die, I've been down this road before.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never quit, I'll never lay down.&lt;br /&gt;See, I've promised myself that I'd never let me down, so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up, never give in.&lt;br /&gt;Never let a ray of doubt slip in.&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall, I'll never faint,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just get up and try again.&lt;br /&gt;Never lose hope, never lose faith,&lt;br /&gt;There's much too much at stake,&lt;br /&gt;Upon myself I must depend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for plays to show, I'm gonna win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stopping now, there's still a ways to go.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, someway, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I know,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never quit, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never go down.&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure they remember my name.&lt;br /&gt;A hundred years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up, never give in.&lt;br /&gt;Never let a ray of doubt slip in.&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall, I'll never faint,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just get up and try again.&lt;br /&gt;Never lose hope, never lose faith,&lt;br /&gt;There's much too much at stake,&lt;br /&gt;Upon myself I must depend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for plays to show, I'm gonna win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done,&lt;br /&gt;My once in a lifetime won back again.&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time, to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my chance, that's why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up, never give in.&lt;br /&gt;Never let a ray of doubt slip in.&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall, I'll never faint,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just get up and try again.&lt;br /&gt;Never lose hope, never lose faith,&lt;br /&gt;There's much too much at stake,&lt;br /&gt;Upon myself I must depend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for plays to show, I'm gonna win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-116279530488591309?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/116279530488591309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=116279530488591309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/116279530488591309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re Back…&lt;br /&gt;From the 1 of the producers of Tequila Sunrise, comes another morning shindig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time I want to ask you guys if this is cool for you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMBASSY the Fort, Dark, and cold, smoking allowed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclusively Open for you, at the crack of dawn 6:00 am as usual till whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring TRIP M, Trip M formerly known as The Mystical Musical Merchants, they started playing at Wherelse, Their music is Fresh, Tight and Truly melodical, a pioneer in the music industry, Trip M is the fusion of a DJ, DJ Patch breaking beats , setting the tone, with the entrancing flamenco guitar work of Rick Sanchez, (who by the way works for a call – center too), add to that the Bozza Jass style of none other than Radio Acitve Sago’s very own Junji Lerma, plus main man Inar on percussions and K-Hons. They are a show, Theatre trance, fusion Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to experience them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak adamantly about them because I know they are a part of my history, and they really know music…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that a special guest vocalist ELY BUENDIA, need I say more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st Question: who guest vocalist apart from Ely Buendia among the list would you want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Barbie&lt;br /&gt;Lourd of Sago&lt;br /&gt;Francis M.&lt;br /&gt;Karl Roy&lt;br /&gt;Mcoy &amp;amp; Clem of Orange and Lemons&lt;br /&gt;Others (you suggest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd Question more importantly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do this Will you guys go????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’ve said before and I’ll say it again, you guys are the modern day soldiers of our economy, and Dammit you deserve a PARTAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-116141127817843696?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/116141127817843696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=116141127817843696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/116141127817843696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/116141127817843696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2006/10/oist-call-center-pips-sa-rp.html' title='oist, call center pips sa R.P.'/><author><name>bels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781432431747414479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a321/nuwanda77/thegoddesshiding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-116106244343682017</id><published>2006-10-16T21:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T22:20:43.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inamorata</title><content type='html'>inamorata &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with a man/woman is to completely fall under his/her influence. It' s like getting yourself betrothed to him/her atleast in your own mind. A rapid glimpse on how he/she looks and a little information on his/her demeanor is enough to make you credulous that you have already fallen in love. From then on, he/she will assume the highest authority over your fate and decisions. He/she will be you inadvertent master. You will surrender personal considerations just to please him/her. Simply and rather amusingly put into words, your considerations just to please him/her. Simply and rather amusingly put into words, your existence will depend on him/her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, expressing one's love will take a working progress. You'll try to have a period of time where you need to have religious introspections. A long time where you need to gather up a strong amount of courage and brass to stand up for yourself. That time frame will pit one's strength if your love will stand the test of time.&lt;br /&gt;True love means the virtuosity of being on different wavelength when temptation arises. Critical moments will fill your mind with allurement and seduction from men/woman of fair proportions. Notwithstanding these predicaments, his/her modal existence still takes the limelight of your subconscious. You still thirst for him/her like a dry land yearning for water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the antagonism, the only consummate thing to do is to let him/her know that if being a mere friend is the closest relationship possible, then you'll be gratified to play that role. Just to be able to show your unwavering love is enough even if he/she can't counterpoise that intimate affection. As long as your man/woman is blissful, then with a heavy heart you have no choice but to be happy for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is written, "Therefore, let no man separate what God has joined" (Matthew 19:6) It plainly means that two individuals are really meant for each other. God Himself will make sure that their bond won't encounter divergence. Come hell or high water, one way or another you'll eventually gain entente cordiale. You'll propel a simple cognizance into a transcendental friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final analysis, what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet is better than any joys outside our love. To love someone is to undertake some fragments of their destiny. Love, love, and love - all the wretched can't of it, masking misanthropy, lust, fantasy, under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the prime constituent personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, the compliments and the quarrels, which vivify its barreness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-116106244343682017?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/116106244343682017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=116106244343682017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/116106244343682017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/116106244343682017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2006/10/inamorata_16.html' title='inamorata'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-116106113003681746</id><published>2006-10-16T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:58:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you do this for someone?</title><content type='html'>A girl and guy were speeding over &lt;br /&gt;100 mph on the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Slow down. Im scared.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;br /&gt;*Girl hugs him*&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off &amp; put it on &lt;br /&gt;yourself? Its bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In the paper the next day):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A motorcycle had crashed into a building because &lt;br /&gt;of break failure. 2 people were on it, but only &lt;br /&gt;1 survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the &lt;br /&gt;guy realized that his breaks broke, but he &lt;br /&gt;didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he &lt;br /&gt;had her say she loved him &amp; felt her hug 1 last &lt;br /&gt;time, then had her wear his helmet so that she &lt;br /&gt;would live even though it meant that he would &lt;br /&gt;die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you do this for someone??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-116106113003681746?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/116106113003681746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=116106113003681746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/116106113003681746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/116106113003681746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2006/10/would-you-do-this-for-someone.html' title='Would you do this for someone?'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-115887957484719989</id><published>2006-09-21T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:59:34.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Name%3A" name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;august 27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthday%3A" name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;manila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthplace%3A" name="question4"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;scratchy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Current+Location%3A" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Eye+Color%3A" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;black pa rin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hair+Color%3A" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4'10 3/4"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kananete&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pinoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Heritage%3A" name="question10"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a pair of slippers with beads worth P98&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;doormat, rejection junkie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Weakness%3A" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am fearless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Fears%3A" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type13"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;meatlovers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;learn French&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A" name="question15"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;alavet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that i want to sleep again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the nose that launched a thousand ships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Bedtime%3A" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;performing in front of a crowd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;coke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;jollibee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Single+or+Group+Dates%3A" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nestea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A" name="question24"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type24"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;chocolate. it's even better than SEX!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A" name="question25"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cafe mocha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A" name="question26"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type26"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A" name="question27"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type27"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Swear%3A" name="question28"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type28"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;you should hear me one time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Sing%3A" name="question29"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type29"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;of course, i am not afraid of water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A" name="question30"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm already done with college&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A" name="question32"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type32"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not exactly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A" name="question33"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes a little too much&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A" name="question34"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type34"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;once in a while&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A" name="question35"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when i don't feel down, i do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A" name="question36"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type36"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A" name="question37"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type37"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;can't say that i do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A" name="question38"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type38"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;only when i'm with someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A" name="question39"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type39"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, lousily though, but yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A" name="question40"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type40"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A" name="question41"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type41"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;kanina lang, actually&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A" name="question42"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type42"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nevah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Drugs%3A" name="question43"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type43"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hindi nga eh huhuhu =(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A" name="question44"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type44"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;everyday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A" name="question45"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just the three-piece ones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A" name="question46"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type46"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what kind of sushi? =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A" name="question47"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type47"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, but i wish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A" name="question48"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A" name="question49"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A" name="question50"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if i did, i wouldn't tell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A" name="question51"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type51"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hell yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A" name="question52"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type52"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lots of times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A" name="question53"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type53"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, i won't give anyone a chance to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A" name="question54"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type54"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A" name="question55"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WILL NOT DIE, even if i do, people will still feel my presence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A" name="question56"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type56"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+do+you+want+to+be+when+you+Grow+Up%3A" name="question57"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type57"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;london&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="What+country+would+you+most+like+to+Visit%3A" name="question58"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type58"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+a+Boy%2FGirl.." name="question59"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type59"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A" name="question60"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A" name="question61"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A" name="question62"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type62"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5'8"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question63"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type63"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;at least 100lbs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Weight%3A" name="question64"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;something carson kressley will approve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A" name="question65"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A" name="question66"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;zillion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A" name="question68"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type68"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;at least 2 but not more than 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A" name="question69"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type69"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7 maximum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A" name="question70"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don't have regrets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A" name="question71"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type71"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-115887957484719989?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/115887957484719989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=115887957484719989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/115887957484719989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/115887957484719989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2006/09/tell-me-about-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>bels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17781432431747414479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a321/nuwanda77/thegoddesshiding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-115879665624275879</id><published>2006-09-20T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:02:10.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>favorite na namin 'to kahit nung di pa siya pinapatugtog sa radyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let Me&lt;br /&gt;(Castro-Fundales)&lt;br /&gt;Orange &amp; Lemons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But instead I feel so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I feel for you, I've got to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You put a spell on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I opened my eyes, softly and wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lovely flower you're my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I opened my eyes, softly and wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lovely flower you're my sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Light is filtering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your eyes are glimmering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think that it's a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You've opened up the inner creases of your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hope is signalling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happiness is beckoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think that it's a sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No more walls to keep me by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let me touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-115879665624275879?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a321/nuwanda77/thegoddesshiding.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-115767801623899140</id><published>2006-09-07T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:13:36.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE MY LOVE (SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR ME OST)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://anj_bovick.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/savethelastdance_1.jpg" width="250" length="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give My Love by Edward Chun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=520,height=390,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://anj_bovick.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/savethelastdance_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look in your eyes i can see that you&lt;br /&gt;Want to be with me but you’re so scared&lt;br /&gt;And i don’t know what to say or do&lt;br /&gt;But the tears keep falling from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And i know that times won’t change my love&lt;br /&gt;And i can’t do nothing to keep you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oh, i’ll give my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh when i hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Give my love through kisses oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;And you know that i can’t change my love&lt;br /&gt;Take my love all through the night…&lt;br /&gt;As the hours pass away&lt;br /&gt;You think that love ain’t here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Feel a beat from your chest&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t give doubt a moment’s rest&lt;br /&gt;You dream the future and all you see is dark&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart, baby,&lt;br /&gt;The truth will set sparks&lt;br /&gt;Now i’ll give my love oh when i hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Give my love through kisses oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;And you know, that i can’t change my love&lt;br /&gt;Take my love all through the night…&lt;br /&gt;Now i’ll give my love oh when i hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Give my love through kisses oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;And you know that time won’t change my love&lt;br /&gt;Take my love all through the night… (*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-115767801623899140?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/115767801623899140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=115767801623899140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/115767801623899140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/115767801623899140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2006/09/give-my-love-save-last-dance-for-me.html' title='GIVE MY LOVE (SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR ME OST)'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34041134.post-115767727467345784</id><published>2006-09-07T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:01:14.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4200/3745/1600/theusualsuspects.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4200/3745/320/theusualsuspects.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USUAL SUSPECTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;... this the name of our group... brian, anj, johanna and bels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i just can't help but wonder why: there are people who couldn't stop bad mouthing, stabbing us at the back... to think that some of them have been dearly close to us... like family.... duh? And why is it so easy for them to just throw it away... oh oh oh oh oh oh... Why do they have to sabotage our party... organizing a party of their own, in the end, the people who agreed to go with us joined them... it hurts you know... it hurts... The last party we organized, hmmm... we were overwhelmed... coz they,  again, attempted to influence the minds of these people we invited... good thing that they have a mind of their own and cannot be easily brainwashed by those people... hell yeahhh... we had a hell of a parteeee... they showed up... and we appreciate it much...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34041134-115767727467345784?l=hindikaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/feeds/115767727467345784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34041134&amp;postID=115767727467345784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/115767727467345784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34041134/posts/default/115767727467345784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hindikaya.blogspot.com/2006/09/thoughts-to-ponder.html' title='thoughts to ponder'/><author><name>angelabovick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660595180069786720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0dHEzS2Pe2s/SqvY0q-hQmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zOdBChbl-Bw/S220/918802245l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
