<?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-5154621273110977027</id><updated>2011-08-30T05:10:30.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at random</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-1120133460290051186</id><published>2010-12-02T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:00:21.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night random messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its been sometime, but it was an ordinary evening, an evening after work, i just thought of saying hello, no purpose at all, well maybe i just wanted him to say hello back so i sent him a message. It took hours before he replied, but this time I wasn't in any torture state of waiting, he said something like I'm okay and nothing really more than that. I wished him good luck like I always did before when I still wanted to say a lot of things but this time I just meant to say good luck really because he's taking his exams soon, and I thought to myself he's still very much the same, he sends messages seemingly he doesn't put any effort to carry on with a conversation, just like exactly the very first time we met months and months ago... so I said goodnight and nothing more than that.. then he replied again, in a way he never answers back when you say goodnight to each other, so he said wait, what about you, how are you? something like that in Tagalog, I told him I'm okay, i mean there wasn't much to say, so he said okay goodnight and take care.. and I said good night too and yes I did say maybe we should get coffee sometime, for no reason at all... I mean I don't mean tomorrow but one of this days, and he said okay, goodnight.. I don't really know what he meant by that, by I guess its fine coffee or without, it'll be nice to see and talk to him again, oh okay for the holidays sake , its Christmas anyway =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-1120133460290051186?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1120133460290051186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/late-night-random-messages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1120133460290051186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1120133460290051186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/12/late-night-random-messages.html' title='late night random messages'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-3395728608815822211</id><published>2010-10-04T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T04:03:17.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;happy birthday love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;its my boyfriend's birthday,and well our first month actually, and a first for an official mature relationship for me...lol, you know what i mean.. its also officially October... my schedule will be changing for this month, no more five days straight morning duty and double off after . who knew i would survive that schedule..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i promised to go on a diet..but i never do..gosh.., but i will, i will, ...chester said i'm losing weight but he keeps making fun of me every time anyway so i don't know if there is any truth to that. hmm what else, i went to the supermarket today, then these two ol' women followed me and were asking me something, thinking i was working there.. i was like, what? since i was wearing a blue shirt, i would have said you look like you were the ones working here..but hey that's a bad idea since i was at the cashier and it would sound like working there was below societal measures or what, so i just shrugged it off, and laughed but the two ol' women thought i was making fun of them, sheesh they should get a life..then they even joked about it, i was like huh, what losers.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;lol i'm so mean, but i controlled myself..goodness.. anyway what else? and yey wow I've got my first brown paper.. its crazy i know, i'm being sarcastic with the word yey too.. and guess what it wasn't my fault, okay maybe i was at 1% but when you look at it at all angles i wasn't at fault at all, it was clearly an accident but you know how people would like someone always to be at fault, and at accidents no one is at blame... my oh my, but some do not understand that including some old people , my gawd...get a life , how can you seriously be so stupid people?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yay i'm losing my patience again.. i should  not.. no no no, so i am going to stop here..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;anyway i'm very much happy at the moment.. i miss my boyfriend super.. i wish he's here and we can grab coffee anytime anywhere then i'd tell him about my issues at work or anything nonsense, cause he thinks i'm always amusing even when i'm not.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i miss my lola too, always.. i miss having to tell her about these things, and talking about boys you know.. and i always cry when i talk about her so i'm stopping here.. gosh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;thank you Lord for everything..everytime, everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-3395728608815822211?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3395728608815822211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/3395728608815822211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/3395728608815822211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-love.html' title='Happy Birthday Love'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-4224991485080019339</id><published>2010-09-22T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T05:45:48.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aloha dear blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i? im supposed to sleep early today, since my boyfriend won't be online later or he might not find the time to do so today, that's what he said last night over chat.. its really weird, you know, this long distance thingy, i've never been in one, i wish it was easier you know, the circumstances, but well anyway got to live with it if you can't change it..haha.. i started reading our conversation last night over chat, for some reason, i suppose i miss him genuinely when he ain't around.. then i started blog hopping and i decided to visit my old site in multiply, and to browse over my guy's site as well.. albums and photos, his past girlfriends and more.. lol, and i found myself thinking how serious could he have been by those things that he keeps saying the past weeks.. he probably brought home too many girls already, that is factual, .. and well how many more.. and i thought to myself i don't know if i believe him actually, i know i know its weird, but i don't want to get hurt again..never never, i mean i probably would get hurt again if i do decide to open up myself completely, but i do not want to do that yet.. and how i suppose its fair sometimes, .. i remember hanging out with joram, one of my closest friends, and us talking about me, and me in this relationship, and me in my past relationships, me and my past guys, me and the guys I have gotten over with, and suppose I have not gotten over! lol.. I think i'm grammatically wrong in saying me when I should be using I? anyway with the part I have not gotten over, lets get back to that after my highschool reunion this year, (if i do get to attend it) haha.. why am i saying these things? gosh, its not that i doubt my guy, i shouldn't, i know he loves me, gawd he probably does you know? and i love him don't i? ... but how come i'm so cynical now, why don't i believe that love takes chances and those kind of nasty mushy corny insensible stuffs? I used to be daydreaming about all the time, I used to be really brave and tough when it comes to proclaiming i love you or i want to be with you forever things, how can i be so different now? gawd.. but its not that i miss the old me, or you may say that.. i just miss that feeling of free fall, not afraid, taking the risk, being so alive and not hiding anything..why can't i do that now? lol.. just when i got older, and love could mean something more serious, and just when i'm already with someone, i think about these things..tsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll just pray about it.. i love him ..he knows .. and i hope God guides us on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-4224991485080019339?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4224991485080019339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4224991485080019339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4224991485080019339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-2418430283149304849</id><published>2010-09-14T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T05:23:11.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at long last, a new post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello dear blogspot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how are you, been so long since i wrote down something.. let me see, the last one was June, so counting months that would be 3 months, or lets say 12 weeks. hey I've always thought 12 was a lucky number hehe... a lot has happened.. quite a lot.. i am now 23, lol.. i pretty much think like not 23 though, .. Lola is now in a better place..yes.. we all know she is.. i miss her you know, i miss her so bad but sometimes i try really hard not to think about it.. because then i wouldn't feel so sad.. so well, it has been a great journey, thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm, what else, a lot of people came over during Lola's wake, and we were almost complete, i mean tita ann, tito nohmar and tito brick were here, almost since tita vivian wasn't here but we all know Lola understood that.. i hope they get to come over really soon, especially on Christmas, that would be so better. (Lord, i know you can hear me). ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my previous post was about somebody, you know who.. lol, but it seemed like a long time ago since i kept crying like whatever, i would probably see him soon since we always hold a high school reunion every year, and well,we still are classmates after all... i broke my heart again actually after that one, i know right, unbelievable klutz i am tsktsk.. but guess what? I'm with someone now, lets say , yes its pretty much official. lol , i know that's different since i always keep my love life at a low key, very low key that nobody would really care if i suddenly become single again.. now that would be exaggerating because, I'm sort of never single but never in a relationship haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway and anyhow, yes I'm in a relationship right now (do i hear an applause), haha... my friends know, my family knows.. and God knows.. and you would probably ask me if I am in love with him, well I suppose i am,clearly and honestly i don't know much if there's truth to what i say every time since I've said those words to so many times before to different guys.. (you should know better, i have so many posts about that already =p) .. he's away right now, sort of a long distance relationship.. i have never been in a long distance relationship, so God help me .. and i really meant me, cause i think he could handle it way better ..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;but well wish us luck then.. I'll get back to you soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is new at work.. its been a year since i started there ..time passes so quickly. sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song playing: long distance by Bruno mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I miss you Lola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, still for everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it wasn't June, it was April since my last post.. =p I know you missed me..haha..and my emo moods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-2418430283149304849?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2418430283149304849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/at-long-last-new-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/2418430283149304849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/2418430283149304849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/09/at-long-last-new-post.html' title='at long last, a new post'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-3501739930642526489</id><published>2010-04-17T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T06:04:45.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and truth be told.. i miss you..and truth be told i'm lying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you see my face hope it gives you hell. now where is your picket fence love and where is that shiny car, did it ever get you far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just singing along, saw GLEE a couple of days ago and they performed this song, the original was sung by All American Rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and when you find a man who treats you well, then he's a fool, you're just as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it, i like the song... hmmm bagay ito kantahin sa isang tao na kelan lang ay okay kami .. pero ngayon hindi na! wahehe..at dati nasasaktan ako pero ngayon hindi na din.. =p at bakit bakit bakit? ako ay nakangiti na naman ngayon ulet... habang tinatype eto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you see my face hope it gives you hell, when you walk my way hope it gives you hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iniisip ko ano kaya sasabihin ko sa 'yo kung sakaling natuloy nga at nagkita tayo ngayong araw na to..? hmm wala...kakanta na lang sana ako ng..and truth be told i miss you.. and truth be told i'm lying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p you can take back your memories they are no good to me, and here's to your lies you can look me in the eyes with that sad sad look you wear so well =p................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but truth be told and i'm not lying..im in glee right now =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-3501739930642526489?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3501739930642526489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-truth-be-told.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/3501739930642526489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/3501739930642526489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-truth-be-told.html' title=''/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-4254445375719723123</id><published>2010-03-11T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T08:02:30.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>may mga araw na ganito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oo na oo na oo na magda-diet na ko!!! magdadiet na talaga ko... gosh gosh gosh i must have gained weight..at sa dami dami ng sinulat ko sa blog na to na hindi nagkatotoo, eto talaga gagawin ko naaaaaa...kaya ikaw walang kokontra...mamatay na ang kumontra.. wuahahahaha... parang eto yung mga araw na bwisit na bwisit ako sa seatmate ko na si clyde dati kaya ako nagdiet..epektib in fairness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nangyari na ba sayo yung pumila ka sa fx, siguro mga pangatlong fx ka pa o pangalawa basta di ikaw yung susunod na makakasakay...tapos naisip mo na ang tagal, mga lima o sampung minuto na wala pa din dumadating, at humahaba na yung pila sa likod mo, tapos narealize mo na paano kaya kung magbus na lang ako o kaya ay magtaxi.. na parang gusto mo na umalis sa pila..pero naisip mo sayang na yung inintay mo na oras diba, tapos ang haba na nga nung pila sa likod mo, tsaka paano kung di ka na makasakay ng bus o taxi din? at paano kung biglang dumating yung fx sakto na umalis ka sa pila?..parang pag-ibig ano? kaya di mo alam kung maghihintay ka ba o aalis na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanep hanep, naisip ko lang lahat yan habang nakapila ako sa may sm kanina..siyempre hindi na ako nageemote dun tulad ng dati..dahil alam mo na ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos buti na lang dala ko yung headset ko kaya nakikinig ako ng radyo, habang katxt ang ibang tao at tawa ko ng tawa habang kumakanta, at gusto ko na nga sumayaw din ..tapos biglang may lalapit na maglilimos ng pera, hihingi pala ng limos, habang busy ka nagtetext at siyempre di mo papansinin para umalis na lang, pero hindi hindi hindi talaga aalis , hanggang di ko sinasabi na wala..siyempre may pera naman ako pero ewan ko ba't hindi ako nagbigay o bakit hindi nagbibigay ang mga tao... tapos naisip ko din siyempre bakit ba ako yung nilalapitan niya e ang dami dami naman namin doon , dahil ba tumatawa ako o kaya naman e nakaheadset ako..bakit, e wala nga akong pera na pangtaxi e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanep talaga... naisip ko lang isulat..bilang ayaw ko na magshout out sa facebook =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-4254445375719723123?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4254445375719723123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/may-mga-araw-na-ganito.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4254445375719723123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4254445375719723123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/03/may-mga-araw-na-ganito.html' title='may mga araw na ganito'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-1572668526416893931</id><published>2010-02-24T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T05:36:19.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ang weird kahapon ay emo ang blog ko pero ngayon ay hindi... just read someone's blog...one of my favorite bloggers sa net actually... " you don't quit just because you're not happy at the moment, that's why its called a relationship.." and i thought to myself, my oh my am i always the quitter..like i stop when it hurts, i stop when i'm not happy, i stop when its unfair...now don't get me wrong, i'm never scared, maybe, next time..i can make it right..with God's help of course....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i am back on morning duty! yebah! i miss seeing a lot of people pag duty... and i still love a.m duty because i get to chat with my co-workers and mas exciting kaya, mas madami kaso..okay ang night, pero i look so bloated now, altered kasi ang sleeping at eating habits ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnyt guys..goodnyt mr. e =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-1572668526416893931?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1572668526416893931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1572668526416893931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1572668526416893931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-d.html' title='i&apos;m back =D'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-672677543627965318</id><published>2010-02-23T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T04:18:39.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets by one republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it still hurts. in a weird way, syempre i stalked his account again,..i wonder why i still do it.. been more than a month already, no talk, no anythings..i'm listening to this song by one republic with the title secrets, so tell me what you want from me?... gawd what do you want from me, it still hurts.. its a secret i supposed, i don't tell anyone about it anymore.. but it does, i wonder kung sino yung bagong babae, kung meron man, siguro wala din naman..ewan ko ..ako ba may bago, okay lang.. entertaining possibilities, trying to open up myself to maybe just maybe the right guy ..pero how do you feel that way na pwede na ulit magmahal when i can't even talk to him yet, i can't admit na nagseselos ako and i'm just not ready yet to let it go...damn. i just need to get it off my chest .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana makalimutan ko na. sana mawala na.ayoko na jommel..and i keep clicking that name, and i wonder everyday what you did this day, and i do it every single time....shux..tell me what do you want from me.damn...repeat to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may work pala ko bukas. time flies by so fast..eto lang yung mabagal ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-672677543627965318?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/672677543627965318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/secrets-by-one-republic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/672677543627965318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/672677543627965318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/secrets-by-one-republic.html' title='secrets by one republic'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-4694053925586644581</id><published>2010-02-12T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:54:51.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rootless tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've been listening to this song...again.. I found it tonight while browsing through music videos from Live @ abbey road channel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the song. I guess its one hell of a break up song.. and one hell of a song for those who got their hearts broken, got dumped, left hanging, misled, cheated on and so on.. I found the song a couple of months ago, when I was trying to move on from someone else.. and I found myself playing it again.. it goes like.. (insert lyrics here) ..let me out, let me out its hell when you're around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe no i am not being dramatic here..but here we go, its almost v-day, oh my..what the..what's the use of v-day when you can't even talk to that guy you like..haha and when I can't even tell him how i feel..oh whats the use (insert another song here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here's the link to the song , enjoy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlnpedLeGbo&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=A17B406EFDFF5C51&amp;amp;index=17"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xlnpedLeGbo&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=A17B406EFDFF5C51&amp;amp;index=17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. so that's why there's so much emotion into the song, I didn't know Damien and Lisa had a real relationship...lol I wonder though how it feels to sing this kind of song with that person you would probably  want to say it to anyway... fuck you. fuck you and all that we've been through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like what you think it is, haha its very melodramatic and beautiful if you listen to it..classic =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyway I don't want to be so negative..its hearts day anyway, and just because I currently miss someone, can't tell him, don't have the courage and don't know what to do so i secretly badly desire he misses me in the same way.... I still think 14 might be a good day after all..its a Sunday anyway and its my off day =D so here is a song..for you.. if you're in love or still looking for that one..or if you found him and don't know it yet or if you know that feeling when you look at someone and realizes that you found the one already..here is a song..its upbeat =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WwaPv1rZiQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WwaPv1rZiQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's from lisa hannigan, she looks so much better here =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-4694053925586644581?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4694053925586644581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/rootless-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4694053925586644581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4694053925586644581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/rootless-tree.html' title='rootless tree'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-1231190894463160978</id><published>2010-02-10T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T03:49:58.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choco madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know some people are reading this.. haha..and if you ain't my close friend don't ask about it..its my blog..and i'm like this in reality..if i don't tell you about it , di tayo close so wag mo na ko tinatanong..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hello online world..i kept saying that i don't like the latest cake from red ribbon, the one called chocolate heaven, its too gooey, chunky (or maybe not), and clay-like  but i kept eating it for two days now, in fact im the only one eating the whole cake, slice per slice, eeek plus i kept eating that box of belgian chocolates, omg i'm going on overload, i could feel my tummy enlarging already, not that it ain't big already...ahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its my off day today, but i didn't go anywhere, in fact i was at my workplace today for a meeting... just slept the rest of the day.. and i have work again tomorrow...geez..could you believe that,..at least its payday next week..wuhooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so full right now, i could puke..lol...im just kidding.. haha ..anyway it was his birthday yesterday, oh come on i kept thinking a thousand times if i should greet him...but i did not..and yes i don't plan to, i just kept thinking about it though, i even asked a friend to greet him for me, but my friend did not want to haha.. and i even asked her to add him up so he could read this stupid blogs before it gets covered up with all the other posts... but then again i guess the answer is no.. i checked his account though, like i would usually do.. i wonder when i would stop doing that.. i wish i would stop..but the heck i still can't help it..i kept thinking who is the new one, new girl, new someone, whoever..  so he's found someone already, has he? how come i have not ? why o why then its so unfair, how come its always unfair, how come its not easier considering we were good friends before all this i love him shits.. something like that.. and how could he find someone else in such a short time, that is absurd or not possible.. because I don't know how to do that, so how did he? lol... so i kept checking and checking, stalking and stalking, man i get tired of that.. mentally..but my fingers just kept typing like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost valentines day, and contrary to the fact that i am technically single, i do have a date.. i guess.. its just weird that the only person id like to be with , well i wonder what he's thinking.. and i don't know what you do with these kinds of situation, like do i pray, i always do but sometimes i just don't get it when God says no.. do i wait..(man i kept doing this), or do i just let it go...hay ang sarap ma inlove ..namimiss ko na lang siya... yun lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-1231190894463160978?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1231190894463160978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/choco-madness.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1231190894463160978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1231190894463160978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/choco-madness.html' title='choco madness'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-8182397878692175226</id><published>2010-02-07T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T05:16:14.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you like crazy (naks)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yehey..may bagong movie si john lloyd at bea!! fan talaga ako pramis =D gusto ko din si sarah at john lloyd...! hehe yung iba di ko pinapanood sa sine, eto lang talaga, ah maliban pala dun sa one more chance di ko kasi pinanood sa sine yun, sa dvd lang, kasi medyo malungkot yung story, pero eto papanoorin ko 'to...nako sana hindi matulad dun sa avatar ha na di ko na napanood talaga..ganda naman kasi ubusan ng tickets hanep! pero eto gusto ko panoorin with matching popcorn at large coke! lol..coke talaga, diet pala ko...kuno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at may naalala ako..syet eto na naman..haha sabe ko na hindi ako mage-emote dito e, bilang may mga nagbabasa na neto..na ewan ko ba ha public diary daw 'to, hindi naman kaya, nagkataon lang na gusto nila pagchismisan yung kaartehan ko (hindi kasi ako ganito sa work, syempre di ko pa naman ka-close talaga mga tao dun..pero sa mga kaclose ko talaga tulad nila camil at toni at roy, ganito talaga ko magkwento..at magulo naman kasi talaga ang lovelife ko ewan ko ba bakit...pero masaya naman ..=D ) naalala ko sabi niya noon, habang kumakain kami sa padis ng dinner at galing ako ng duty..sabi nia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: alam mo yung one more chance parang ganun yung story namin&lt;br /&gt;Ako: Talaga? ikaw kasi lagi mo kinukumpara sa movie&lt;br /&gt;J: hindi ganun talaga, sakto nga&lt;br /&gt;Ako: ay nako, ginagawa mo kasing basehan yun e,hindi yun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos eto..parang hindi ba parang eto kami ngayon..haha pramis..syet talaga..haha tapos ako naman magsasabi ng , alam mo ba yung miss you like crazy parang ganun tayo?&lt;br /&gt;weh ang korni haha..natatawa ko..pero bakeeeeeeeeeeettttttttt...ang arts ko..lol .. kinikilig pa din talaga ko..john loid bea!!yipeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipost ko dito yung trailer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cc9480eb22f23609" 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href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-you-like-crazy-naks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/8182397878692175226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/8182397878692175226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-you-like-crazy-naks.html' title='miss you like crazy (naks)'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-8982393526649990450</id><published>2010-02-05T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:51:56.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dip..in short the point...anu daw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;haha..dahil minsan e binabasa 'to ng mga napakabait kong katrabaho sa ospital... grabe hindi ako emo palage okay! nagkataon lang mahilig ako maginarte pero hindi palage.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, saw this book while browsing through fully booked facebook account, really interesting description..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/S2wEXq_MKYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xgw6hPU1_Hg/s1600-h/20366_288107176435_88599481435_3971581_2640452_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/S2wEXq_MKYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xgw6hPU1_Hg/s320/20366_288107176435_88599481435_3971581_2640452_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434723655052175746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The old saying is wrong—winners do quit, and quitters do win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Every new project (or job, or hobby, or company) starts out exciting and fun. Then it gets harder and less fun, until it hits a low point—really hard, and not much fun at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And then you find yourself asking if the goal is even worth the hassle. Maybe you’re in a Dip—a temporary setback that will get better if you keep pushing. But maybe it’s really a Cul-de-Sac, which will never get better, no matter how hard you try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;According to bestselling author Seth Godin, what really sets superstars apart from everyone else is the ability to escape dead ends quickly, while staying focused and motivated when it really counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko na yung feeling na yan, yung sa job sa una masaya tapos hindi na..nakow haha dun sa opisina ko dati masaya naman kasi petiks dun (petiks in short sisiw naman ang trabaho). Yebah ang yabang! But seriously mahirap siya kung magiisip ka kasi lagi araw araw para makapagpasa ng output pero di siya physically exhausting so okay lang sa akin yun, pero hindi na siya masaya after... (except dun sa part na nagulo gulo ang buhay ko dahil sa uhm, wag magkakagusto sa katrabaho mo! lol)... kaya finally i said, i quit! wuhoo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa hobby ewan ko naman, kasi hobby ko maggym pero tamad lang talaga ako ngayon hindi naman dahil sa di na ko masaya... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at isa pa sa mga relationships..parang quitter ako anu..lately parang feel ko ganun na ko... instinct ba yun, na sa madalas naman feel ko mali naman ako ng instinct pero minsan tama, lol ewan basta ang gulo...parang sabi ko im not quitting pero pag masasaktan ako nako parang unahan nalang tayo....lol..di naman ganun lage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oha oha, so gusto ko bilin to, feel ko di na ko nakakapagbasa, i was a bookworm pa naman..more for intellectual stuffs naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-8982393526649990450?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8982393526649990450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/dipin-short-pointanu-daw.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/8982393526649990450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/8982393526649990450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/dipin-short-pointanu-daw.html' title='the dip..in short the point...anu daw'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/S2wEXq_MKYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xgw6hPU1_Hg/s72-c/20366_288107176435_88599481435_3971581_2640452_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-3162854620113567437</id><published>2010-02-03T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:00:18.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheesy keso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its the love month! and Feb 14 is a Sunday and guess what I dont have work that day.. yipee! Nah, i don't have a date this 14,  I was hoping and I actually thought that I would have though, (if you read my previous posts).. I still miss him.. still sucks every time I think about it. I have tried staying away from him, which is actually a lot easier than I imagined since he never bothered to contact me anyway. I still check his facebook account though, (alam mo ba yun yung parang feeling mo moving on ka pero pinapakialaman mo yung account pa din niya, and you secretly wish ginagawa niya din yun..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleagues in my workplace wanted to watch that movie with kim and gerald, i didn't want to. But maybe I would, haha just kidding. Anyway we were not best friends, we were good friends..there is a difference..but the whole twist its the same in the movie..oh my..typical story I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to nicole hyala's mahal kita kasi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67QM_REDeNk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67QM_REDeNk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang cheesy! haha gusto ko magtagalog all of a sudden.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay lovelife where are you.. ayaw na kitang pilitin kung ayaw mo saken ngayon muna, cge na nga take your time..madami pa din ako kelangan ayusin sa sarili ko ..tulad ng career ko at ang weight loss na forever ko naman na sinasabi...tapos pag okay na, sana handa ka na din ha.. =D at tulad nga ng nabasa ko sa isang blog, ang pag-ibig hindi minamadali at lalong hindi kinakarir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of deleting this blog, or transferring to another one (again) since i have too many emotional corny notes here about love..but its still all good, besides i'm still hoping he'd read this... lol... unbelievable! =D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have work tomorrow.really early schedule again, and i aim to be really good at what i do, so help me God! =D and please bless Haiti... amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-3162854620113567437?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3162854620113567437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheesy-keso.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/3162854620113567437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/3162854620113567437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheesy-keso.html' title='cheesy keso'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-7565104422920403861</id><published>2010-01-29T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T05:32:32.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>500 days of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i thought of wanting to watch 500 days of summer all over again. and i still do..must get a copy. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" name="qt0511268"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: What happens when you fall in love?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: You believe in that?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1631269/"&gt;Rachel Hansen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Just because she's likes the same bizzare crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" name="qt0948848"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1631269/"&gt;Rachel Hansen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Look, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Now, I think you're just remembering the good stuff. Next time you look back, I, uh, I really think you should look again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: I woke up one morning and I just knew.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Knew what?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: What I was never sure of with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" name="qt1021043"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Either she's an evil, emotionless, miserable human being, or... she's a robot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Look, we don't have to put a label on it. That's fine. I get it. But, you know, I just... I need some consistency.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: I know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: And I can't give you that. Nobody can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" name="qt1054668"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Did you ever do this, you think back on all the times you've had with someone and you just replay it in your head over and over again and you look for those first signs of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                  &lt;hr style="font-family: georgia; height: 4px;" width="30%"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" name="qt1057557"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: I love how she makes me feel, like anything's possible, or like life is worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;hr style="font-family: georgia; height: 4px;" width="30%"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" name="qt1057658"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0034309/"&gt;McKenzie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Hey, maybe you should write a book.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: What?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0034309/"&gt;McKenzie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Well, you know, Henry Miller said the best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;hr style="font-family: georgia; height: 4px;" width="30%"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" name="qt1059659"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0569501/"&gt;Narrator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin and they end with no lasting memory made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Well, you know, I guess it's 'cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and... now he's my husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Yeah. And... so?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: So, what if I'd gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I'd gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be. And... I just kept thinking... Tom was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0330687/"&gt;Tom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: No.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: Yeah, I did.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;" class="fine"&gt;laughs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0221046/"&gt;Summer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;: I did. It just wasn't me that you were right about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1022603/quotes&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/5154621273110977027-7565104422920403861?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7565104422920403861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/500-days-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/7565104422920403861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/7565104422920403861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 days of summer'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-1547134453753560528</id><published>2010-01-25T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:10:22.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;okay i admit it, it hurts too bad.. tsk.. not in a way that i'd cry, its a wonder i didn't cry that instance that i realized i lost him, or well he walked away, just like the guys before him did.. i wondered though if it was for real, i've known him for such a long time, and i've always thought it would be easier, less complicated this time.. but okay here we go again.. i can't stand it, i can't stand the thought that he might just be back with her, i could not stand thinking about anything beyond that.. i can't. so i just need to do this.. i wish you could read this. these craps they're all about you anyway if you give a damn. anyway, i have to go..i'm so tired of this.. malamang lilipat na naman ako ng blog after neto dahil puro kaartehan na to..minsan naisip ko isend nalang sayo yung link e, o sana malaman mo para mabasa mo to... hay pag-ibig i hate you na.... &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/5154621273110977027-1547134453753560528?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-6724389325112097847</id><published>2010-01-14T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T05:36:58.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tama na muna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ayoko na. ayoko na ng magulong lovelife.ayoko na ng ganitong sitwasyon. ayoko na nung parang kayo pero hindi kayo.ayoko na ng gusto mo magalit, sumigaw, mainis pero hindi pwede kasi para kang tanga dahil wala ka naman karapatan. ayoko na magisip, ayoko na maparanoid..hay ayoko na talaga..ewan ko kung ano gagawin ko...  i try every single time to make it right pero mali pa din.. buti na lang tumugtog yung kanta ni daughtry kanina sa o.r. dahil sobrang ewan , naiinis ako...nagagalit, pero nagiisip pa din.......ayoko na muna ikwento..hayaan na muna naten, hayaan ko na muna eto... iniisip ko tuloy ngayon yung sinasabi ni camil, na lagi na lang daw at this too shall pass..sana nga katulad ko din siya in a way na ayaw ko masaktan na, dahil ako sugod ng sugod..ay mali talaga yun.. hay tama na, di ko na alam din ano gagawin, totoo di ko na din alam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;magdadasal na lang muna ko at kakanta ...what about now, what about today? what if you're making me all that i'm meant to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;so tama na muna...o diba..hindi ko muna to bibisitahin...lol....puro kadramahan na tong blog na to...kaloka...hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;babye muna.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sa natatanging nagbabasa neto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha wag ka na magcomment muna dito, ayaw ko na nga to buksan, magkwentuhan nalang tayo sa ym if online ka din =D tska good luck ah, basta kung ano tingin mo dapat at kung san ka masaya, i support you..andito lang ako to listen... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-6724389325112097847?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6724389325112097847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/tama-na-muna.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/6724389325112097847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/6724389325112097847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/tama-na-muna.html' title='tama na muna'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-5433747351159624865</id><published>2010-01-13T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:13:28.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;Nag attend ako sa despidida ng aking isang kabarkada nung highschool, si rossmark! sasakay na siya ng barko to work in a cruise ship bilang isang chef... nakalimutan ko yung job title exactly, hehe basta parang after ng sous chef iyon.. so i attended bago ako dumiretso for my first night duty sa operating room.. Kumain kami sa may banawe q.c. at chef robert na restaurant.. had fun , see pictures sa facebook =D.. tapos nagduty, pero wala naman ginawa as in super swabe , nakatulog pa nga kami ni sir wilbert, kwentuhan at konting updates ng night work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;i miss you, ayoko magsound so needy, or desperate or paranoid, but i miss you, inisip ko hindi ka itext ng ilang araw, dati kaya ko naman , pero okay so nakaya ko ng more than a day gawin, but not more than 2 days...lol... so nagtext ako, i knew na may meeting ka every wednesday but anyway gusto ko lang itext ka, to say i miss you..naks kasi naman namimiss talaga kita, e ano ba mapapala ko kung di ko sasabihin...haha, pero sumasakit na kasi yung ulo ko kakaisip sayo, busy naman ako, may work pa ko ng lagay na to pero namimiss kita talaga... alam ko na busy ka talaga ngayon kasi napromote ka nga, at siyempre i'm proud of you and i always pray naman na (alam mo na yun Lord hehe)... so sabi mo sa akin pasensya na sobrang busy lang talaga..and siguro eto yung feeling mo nun anu, yung ako yung sobrang sabog sa schedule na ilang beses ko kinacancel yung mga lakad naten dahil nagbago sched ko tapos nagsorry ako sayo tapos yung di ako pwede lumakad kasi may duty ako and all, eto siguro yun, tapos nagtatampo ka..hehe, nakakamiss , kasi ikaw naman yung super busy..hay ano ba yan, haha bakit ba ganito ang pag-ibig... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;nabasa ko lang ito sa post ng isang friend sa facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;I'm scared as hell to want you, but here I am, wanting you anyway. And fear means I have something to lose, right? And I don't want to lose you. - Meredith Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;ako takot pa din, ganun pa din pero more than takot ako may nararamdaman pa ko na iba, and i guess its faith, kasi okay pa din.. maliban sa takot na nararamdaman ko , wala ng iba pa, so magusap nalang ulit tayo okay , may ibibigay din kasi ako sa'yo at sana wala ka pa nun ...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;" id="profile_status"&gt;and sasabihin ko sana lahat to sayo pero di pa nga tayo makapagkitakita at busy .... hmm..miss na kita sobra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-5433747351159624865?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5433747351159624865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/update-lang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/5433747351159624865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/5433747351159624865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/update-lang.html' title='update lang'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-3591675326786242162</id><published>2010-01-11T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:29:01.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook lang ng madaling araw</title><content type='html'>nakita ko sa account ni boris ang kantang ito. hindi ako nageemote ngayon, sa totoo lang naghahanap ako ng work sa ibang bansa, tapos nagfacebook.. ewan ko ba ayaw ko makarelate, pero sige na nga, konti meron...lol...naalala ko tuloy nung okay pa kami ni boris (alam mo na yung kwento), we'd listen to songs like these ng madaling araw, mahilig kasi siya sa love songs, ewan ko ba dun....... ayoko na muna sana ng love songs, sinusundan yata nila ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what did i say, what did you do? how did i fall in love with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iniisip ko ngayon ano kaya gagawin ko, night duty ako bukas pala... at sinisipon ako , hay ... life is good pa din =D thank the Lord =D thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbxrH44Afko&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IbxrH44Afko&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-3591675326786242162?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3591675326786242162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/facebook-lang-ng-madaling-araw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/3591675326786242162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/3591675326786242162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/facebook-lang-ng-madaling-araw.html' title='facebook lang ng madaling araw'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-4190399403552319973</id><published>2010-01-10T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:59:06.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe its time for miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngfpipJo4fQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngfpipJo4fQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ang link sa itaas ay idinededicate ko sa aking kaibigan na si camil, at sa akin din ehem, at sa lovelife ng mga tao na magulo pero masaya at makulay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nasa fx ako nito e, pauwi na galing duty, tapos sabi ko sa sarili ko ayaw ko na kausapin si jommel dahil nga galit ako sa kaniya, hindi naman ako galit, ewan ko ba may ginawa siya na bigla ko naalala si willy at yung mga hindi maganda na bagay na dapat di na talaga iniisip pa... tapos i said hay Lord eto na naman tayo...ako pala..and this song starts playing sa fx..e di naisip ko kelan pa nauso sa akin yung natakot ako, well lagi naman ako takot, every single day na masaktan ulit, pero alam mo yun...no more lies...im not going to lie, i'd rather try and know than never try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so this song starts playing...and there you go with the lyrics...baby you know that, maybe its time for miracles, i ain't giving up on us....... ang sweet ano..hehe... and i'm happy with him, and we are different compared nung high school pa kami...could you believe that, someone you knew nung highschool pa and seatmate mo and someone i used to share my crushes with, yung lalaking lagi din nambibwicit sakin dahil sa uniporme ko at yung lalaking nangongopya at kinokopyahan ko sa math.. i've never imagined i'd feel this way about him.. i always knew he's one of the great guys and he turned out to be one... at congratulations pala kay jommel!! (clap clap clap) hehe for being promoted as the youngest project manager sa company niya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;jommel: may sasabihin ako sayo, ikaw ang isa sa mga unang makakaalam, actually wala pa nakakaalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ako: ano? hahaha, natatawa ko ano ba yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;jommel: i got promoted, as the youngest project manager, pero di pa inannounce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ako: wow, really..congrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;haha ewan ko ba syet....gusto ko din sabihin nun wow congrats, i love you haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hay christine, baliw ka talaga ..lol&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/5154621273110977027-4190399403552319973?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4190399403552319973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-its-time-for-miracles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4190399403552319973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4190399403552319973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-its-time-for-miracles.html' title='maybe its time for miracles'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-5356806819366099060</id><published>2010-01-08T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:17:58.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>pwede pala yung masaya ka super ng isang oras, and the next hour ganun ka din kalungkot.. and parang tanga dahil isang tao lang din ang dahilan.. Lord..ayoko na umiyak, please.,wag naman ulit..bigyan nyo po ako ng courage to let go and accept things..courage please..and sign please. anything.. kaya ko pa naman..please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ang weird na tumutugtog yung smile na kanta ni uncle kracker and i'm starting to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and i'm laughing cause i'm crying..it's really whatever..i'd just pray and go to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D thank you Lord still...please give me that courage and clear mind.......thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-5356806819366099060?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5356806819366099060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/5356806819366099060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/5356806819366099060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-3169160513469023944</id><published>2010-01-05T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T06:23:57.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it came over me in a rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTOIXynr7Fc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TC16HafN840&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I find myself now listening to this song over and over, saw the first few lines of the lyrics in a friend's status in face book, decided to search for the song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;' it came over me in a rush, when i realized that i love you so much'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i start falling and falling every single day, its like a little step everyday,never so sure but like faith, i just feel its going to be okay.. it just came over me, I now find myself thinking of him more often than i usually do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DL3_UKuysWc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DL3_UKuysWc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And i can't find the words to express how i feel ...so i'm leaving that link above... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.................i'm just thankful Lord. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-3169160513469023944?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/3169160513469023944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-came-over-me-in-rush.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/3169160513469023944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/3169160513469023944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-came-over-me-in-rush.html' title='it came over me in a rush'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-2331586506660783927</id><published>2010-01-03T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:13:52.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quite a lot of wondering lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i'm home from a simple reunion with my college friends. Had a lot of fun, ate lunch @ Bigoli, videoke worth 400 pesos in timezone and dinner at Tempura (location: Trinoma). For pictures please see my facebook account hehe =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I've not much news today blog. Well i have to wake up at 4am  tomorrow, I have work at 6am. Its him again, I guess its going to be like this for awhile until things start to get clearer (I really pray it does soon). He told me his ex called him up, missed call I supposed at past 3 am last night, said he couldn't sleep afterwards. They did not talk, it was a missed call. And I was thinking, what do I say, how do I feel? I've always been wondering lately. Its like I wanted to tell him to pick me and love me just as much, maybe greater, that I am a new start and I wish and I really wish he would take that start. But I just couldn't do that, its not that simple, I do not own his emotions or his life. I called him up to ask if he's okay, told me he's going to be fine. I don't know what to feel, its past eleven in the evening and I'm browsing through his account, staring at their family photos taken just this Christmas. I guess everytime we do a little growing up (age wise and maturity wise),the way in which we fall in love starts to change too. I was thinking what if I'm just that girl he brought home instead, what if it was us all along, what if .. and why do I wish to be that girl now, so badly. I just want to be that woman, that woman he needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay time to sleep... just some of my thoughts.. get back to you..goodnight =D&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/5154621273110977027-2331586506660783927?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2331586506660783927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/quite-lot-of-wondering-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/2331586506660783927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/2331586506660783927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/quite-lot-of-wondering-lately.html' title='quite a lot of wondering lately'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-4873876597607848799</id><published>2010-01-02T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:23:51.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're just like a star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i made a lot of resolutions for this year and posted them in my facebook account. i broke some already, well probably not since I placed 'try' at the start of every line, lol. I remember placing there , i will try not to assume, not to expect and not to confront people. I guess I did quite a good start on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i was wondering though what you meant by what you said. (see its the downside of not being confrontational! haha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i wondered why you called me up and started talking about your plans for this year. i wondered really what you meant when you said you can finally get a girlfriend because you believe you're ready. i wondered why you asked me, what do i think? I didn't say anything but I was thinking, what answer are you looking for? you know how i feel about you, it's just weird but i knew i didn't have to say anything, because i could feel it. i can feel that message you're trying to tell me. I wished you'd learn how to say it out flat just like I always do (haha, but I know you well).I guess that's the good thing when you've known each other since high school, i guess that's a bonus. When you can talk about anything, when you can tell your guy exactly how you feel, when you can cry because you're really hurting and you can tell that person why and what you need and not fearing you won't talk again ever after that(previous cases please), when you can laugh out loud, eat like there's no tomorrow, go shopping for dresses and heels with that guy and enjoy every single second of it together. I wanted to tell you,I'm falling for you. I know I am, i wanted to blurt it out right then just when you were so busy telling me all your plans, when you were sharing them with me and when the song 'Like a star' by Corinne bailey rae was playing while we were talking. It was just beautiful like that song, i guess that moment was beautiful, and im really looking forward to seeing you again, i haven't seen you since the holidays... and even though we were just talking last night, i miss you now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;i wonder why it is...just like the song says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-4873876597607848799?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4873876597607848799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-just-like-star.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4873876597607848799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4873876597607848799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-just-like-star.html' title='you&apos;re just like a star'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-8671934784068673330</id><published>2009-12-26T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:47:25.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pray pray pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to answer one of my closest friend's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago ang lahat..let me post a prayer too.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please grant me patience, faith and understanding and most of all love in the way You would have wanted me to give otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a prayer well for most aspects of my life na magulo, lalo na ang lovelife ko,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahilig daw ako sa kumplikadong relasyon, yung mga lalakeng magulo ang isip, sabog, may hangups, not ready, hindi alam ang gusto at marami pang iba.&lt;br /&gt;hindi totoo. ayoko.sino ba ang may gusto, siguro yung mga masaya na nasasaktan, pero ako hindi ako masaya na, hindi na siguro kung paulit ulit, masaya lang sa una para i-testing kung marunong ba ko magmahal (which is hindi ko pa din alam paano mo ba nalalaman na mahal mo, pag nasaktan ka ba mahal mo na? - eto yung topic namin ni toni sa kenny rogers nung isang araw hehe). hindi ko din alam bakit alam ko na magulo na ay tinutuloy ko pa din, kasi siguro yun ba yung tinatawag na taking chances, kasi siguro ganun talaga minsan kelangan mo subukan para malaman mo. at hindi ko alam kung bakit kelangan ko ng confrontations, hindi ako mahilig sa confrontations, ayoko din, (hindi na naman totoo na dahil nagtatanong ako lagi ay hindi ako marunong makahintay), nagtatanong ako kasi nasasaktan na ako, teka rephrase naten, nagtatanong ako dahil nararamdaman ko na parang masasaktan na ko, at takot ako sa ganun, ang weird lang ay bakit nagtake chance ako tapos takot akong masaktan, e kasi naman tao lang naman ako, isa sa mga ordinaryong tao na umaasa na may istorya tulad nung mga naririnig naten na ideal man, ideal relationship, yung mga tipong can't live without you, crazy, happy happy na pag-ibig, na siguro totoo yung mga naririnig natin na love songs, na may totoo kahit papano, hindi perfect pero totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yun na nga siguro yung problema ko ngayon, alam ko naman hindi perfect, masaya nga pero at the end of the day pag tinanong ako ng mga kaibigan ko hindi ko masabi na kami nga, kasi hindi naman kami, pero bakit ganon parang kami naman, kulang na lang yung gawing official, bakit hindi pwede, kasi hindi pa siya nakamove on, kasi hindi niya alam kung nakamove on na siya, at ako? ewan ko minsan naisip ko ano yung ginagawa ko, yung naghihintay ako, na tatanga tangahan lang, minsan naman narerealize ko at naiisip ko na kaya ko naman siguro kung masasaktan ulit ako ngayon, pero please let it be quick, yung bukas wala na, pero mas gusto ko isipin na hindi na ako masasaktan ngayon kasi hindi pwede yung parehas na ending sa loob lamang ng isang taon,.. kanina tinitingnan ko yung picture ni willy , binuksan ko yung facebook niya profile niya, okay lang, hindi na siya masakit, hindi na tulad ng dati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at para sa aking kaibigang mahal, salamat at lagi mo inoofer yung librong yun! haha, di ko din alam e bakit ganoon magulo lagi ano, pero aayos din yan, naniniwala ka din naman diba, at dun sa sitwasyon mo, sana makita mo o maramdaman mo kung totoo ba at worth it ba, tapos isipin mo din mabuti, at kung saan ka magiging masaya sa tingin mo, i support you...bilang parehas lang tayo lagi sabog magisip minsan ..hehe =D i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-8671934784068673330?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8671934784068673330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/pray-pray-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/8671934784068673330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/8671934784068673330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/pray-pray-pray.html' title='pray pray pray'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-399178242173030261</id><published>2009-12-26T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:25:25.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eugene '03 reunion 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;today's the reunion day, eugene batch 2003,&lt;br /&gt;did not go, chose partly not to go&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko kung may nainis sakin dahil di ako nagpunta pero siguro wala naman&lt;br /&gt;from duty natulog ako sa dorm, naligo, nagbihis, nagayos, nagisip, nakipagkwentuhan kay jeni, nagtext kung kanino ako sasabay, tinext ko si jommel pero naisipan niya na dumiretso don, sayang sana dumaan siya siguro tumuloy ako, si jobel nagreply pero ayaw naman niya pumunta at kasama niya si ian, si toni may date daw, si gerald nasa monumento, si redits hindi sumasagot, si maat as usual nagtatanong, si joram hindi ko magets yung reply... humiga nalang ulit ako sa kama sa dorm, tiningnan ang oras, naisip na uuwi na lang ako para matulog, maginternet tulad nito... iloop ang kanta ni sara bareilles na many the miles sa youtube, naisip ko pano if pumunta ako wala lang naman, naisip ko yung ako at ang di ko maintindihan na lovelife ko na masaya naman pero sana totoo, at naisip ko din na tapos na ang pasko, wow ang bilis , back to normal na naman ang mga kaso sa operating room ng capitol sa lunes, naisip ko paalis na si jeni, wala na akong room mate dahil si doktora kaye bihira din andoon, wala na ko makekwentuhan pag hindi ko maintindihan si jommel o ang sarili ko, pag toxic sa o.r., pag may lakad ako, wala na din magkkwnto sa akin at kashare ko sa grocery, nakakalungkot naman, hay, sana maayos din niya ang magiging bagong buhay niya, sana matuloy kami sa lunes para kumain at makapagbonding din bago siya umalis,.. sana maging okay na lahat, sana sana maging maayos na lahat ng magulong bagay at sitwasyon... pati na ang charger ng laptop ko na compaq hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-399178242173030261?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/399178242173030261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/eugene-03-reunion-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/399178242173030261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/399178242173030261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/eugene-03-reunion-2009.html' title='eugene &apos;03 reunion 2009'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-7388291521235710398</id><published>2009-12-18T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:00:31.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm praying for a better umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;dahil sakto din ang tinext ni ryan, (salamat friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"heavy rains remind us of challenges in life.. never ask for a lighter rain, just pray for a better umbrella."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ito ang chat namin ni ishi sa ym, ipapaste ko dito kasi ito na din naman ang kwento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;=D... hay Lord ikaw talaga lagi mo ako sinusubukan, broken hearted na nga ako dati, tapos ngayon okay na ko, may bago na naman, hehe pero kaya ko to pramis... kung anu man yung gusto mo matutunan ko.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: me kkwnto ako sau , hhngi ako ng opinyon mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: sige sige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: cge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: kunwari ikaw to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: oo. role playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: may friend ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: dati pa mga 7 yrs na kau mgkakilala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: guy cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: di naman kau close na close pero okay kau like nguusap once in awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: cge highschool frend mo cia tas kaklase mo din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: tapos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tapos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: may gf cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: hayskul pa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas wala ka naman interes sa knia more than a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: althou alam mo matino ciang guy and all never mo naman naisip more than that kasi may jowa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas ikaw din me jowa ka and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas ngaun both working na kau and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: a few months ago kinontak ka nia parang umalis ekek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: oh tapos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: so pmyag ka naman kasi dati naman nung college umaalis kau n kaung dalawa lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: kasi wala tlgang malisya ekek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas pag nagusap naman kau parng oi alis tau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tara ekek ganun lang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: lol gets mo b haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: tapos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: e di umalis kau tas ngkkwntuhan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: then nalaman mo nagbreak na sila nung gf nia pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: so prang ngadvce ka lang na okay lang yan kaya mo yan ekek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: tapos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tapos ganun ln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: mgktxt kau aftr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas nasundan pa un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: cgro mga once a wk ln naman or once every wk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: magaaya cia tas aalis kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: hndi naman date kasi prang alis brkada ln tlga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas ciempre lagi nu npaguusapan ung prob nia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas ikaw din may problem ka din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: sa sarili mong lablife na mgulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: so share share kau ng mga payo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: cgro mga 4 months ganun ln kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tapos sumhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: u started thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: wat if nging kau or sumthng cgro mas mdali un para di na kau namomoblema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: diba tas u dismissed the idea kasi naman mgkaibigan kau tska parng wala naman malisya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: and then suddenly prng ngbago cia sau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: ngttxt na cia ng mga i enjoyed my time with u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: abaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: i mean hndi naman cia ganun dati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: mgttxt ln un ng oi salamat nxt time ule mga ganun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero di mo lang pnancin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas mamaya hinhatid ka na nia o kaya dadaanan ka nia sa haus mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas tmtawag na cia mga ganung bagay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: ahh. developing country na ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: lol teka it gets magulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: so prang feel mo may iba na tlga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero ciempre weird kasi hs frends kau pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tapos minsan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pag nagsasalita cia parng wala ng bago between u and him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero minsan parng alam mo merong iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tapos naisip mo na gsto mo malaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: kung anu b tlga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero di mo alam kasi baka mamaya wala namn so awkward naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: sa personality ba nya, sya ba yung nagte-take ng time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: panung take time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: i mean yung hindi nagmamadali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: yep parng ganun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: i mean di mo alam kasi isa lang gf nia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: since nung hayskul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: i mean hindi pala isa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero nung collge na un pa din kasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: ah eto pa pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: parng alam na din ng mga kklse nu dati nung hayskul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: kasi nkikita nu sila sa mall or sumwer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pag mgksama kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas prang npaguusapan nu na nachchismis na kau tas ngttawanan lang kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero between the two of u di nu alam kung anu meron tlga haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: in fairness may ganun pa. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: lols haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: nttawa ako pero nasasad din ako haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas tinanong ko nga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: so ako na to e nu first person na haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas matgal cia sumagot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: ang tanung ko eto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: wat are we exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: super naguguluhan ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: sobraaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: ganito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: may problema rin si roy dati na ganyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: ganito sinabi ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: wag ka maguluhan kung ano na ang status nyo or kung nasan na kayo. iejoy mo kung ano meron ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: sarap ng feeling di ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: kasi baka madisappoint ka pag hindi yung naiisip mo ang mangyari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: *ienjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: ginagawa ko naman un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero ang problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: i think im falling in love with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tapos nattakot na ko kasi alam ko may history cia ng breakup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: from a long term relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: teka tapusin ko ung kwnto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: sige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: malpit na sa mgulong part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: so sumgot cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: wala pa pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: oo wala pa hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: sabi nia alam ko na alam mo kung anu gsto ko mangyari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: alam ko din na narrmdaman mo naman na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero hndi ko na alam ggwin ko kasi alam mo naman kung saan ako nangagaling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: ang catch is ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: althou sinsabi nia okay na cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: hindi pa sila ule nguusap nung ex nia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: kasi ang gsto nung babae wala munang commnication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: since nung september pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: cool off sila nung may , tas offcial na break july&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: so okay sumgot ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: sabi ko hndi ko na alam kasi kung anu ggawin ko pero gsto kita intndihin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero ciempre takot na ko kasi alam ko gsto ko na cia e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas sinabi nia kung tntnong mo ko kung may more than frends , ang sgot ko oo, gsto ko subukan pero ang gulo gulo, hindi ko pa din kaya kausapn ung ex ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tapos sabi ko anu ggawin naten, anu na next dito ..mahirap naman bumalik sa normal all of a sudden na parng walang kakaiba samin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: alm kong parng gago pero please pahingi ng time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: ay ganun. waitlisted. parang entrance exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: un na nga e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas sabi ko sa knia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: nasaan ka na ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: kung byahe yan i mean nglalakad ba cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: may pnatutunguhan ba cia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: sabi nia hes trying to move on pero kung ang gsto ko e iconfront nia ung babae hndi daw nia kaya pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tapos ayaw nia daw masaktan ako, pero nssktan na ko already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: korek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas i said aykong intayin ka e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero parng wala ko choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: kasi di naman pde na tomoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: di na kita gsto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: so prng di ko na alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas i said ewan ko na kasi i think i was crying na dahil maskit cia in fairness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas aftr nun di muna kami nguusap mga mg 2 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: so there...un na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: anu tingin mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: awww....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: kung gusto ka talaga nya, pag nakausap na nya yung ex nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: babalikan ka nya kaagad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: ah kasi ateng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: alam mo naman ung 7 yrs diba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: hindi naman bsta bsta un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: oo nga mgkaibigan kami ng mtgal pero ciempre iba pa din un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: parng sana i didnt have to compete with that, sana hindi ako ung sequel parng sana fresh start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: te ganito. medyo may insecurity sa tagal nung past relationship. pero iba ka naman eh. ang relationship mo sa kanya eh unique. nakilala mo muna sya ng maigi bago kayo dumating sa ganyang stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: atsaka wag ka matakot te. taking chances yan. sa future malay natin di ba, maganda ang kalalabasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: nttakot tlga ko ng sobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: i mean okay lang sakin ung time na un and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: kung kelngan nia e kadamutan naman kung sbhn ko di pde tska kagagahan un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero pano kung okay na tlga kmi tas tska nia kausapin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas marealize nia mahal nia pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: its such a big risk na naiicip ko pa lang nassktan na ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: ah hindi pwede yun. bago maging offically kayo. tanungin mo muna kung ok na sya sa past relationship nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: or magpaligaw ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: para mapatunayan nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: okay teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: pero wat do i do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: bigyan mo nga sya ng time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: kasi mahirap talaga sa sitwasyon na hindi sigurado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: baka lalo ka ma-hurt at ayaw natin yon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: mtgal ba ung time na un?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: prang npapgod na din kasi ako sa mga ganung eksena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: te pag napagod ka, mawawala lahat ng effort mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: so hndi ko muna cia kausapin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas eto tinanung nia ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: sabi nia im sori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: gsto mo ba na huminto ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: tas i said ayoko..dahil ayoko tlga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: ahh. may option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: kasi nga he said im falling in love with u pero hndi ko pa kaya ung confrontation na mga ganun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: hay kaloka ang hirap hirap naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: kayanin mo. konting tulak lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: paanong tulak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: konting lakas ng loob. kung ako yun, kung gusto mo ako, patunayan mo. hindi pwede basta mag-give in kasi maganda sana na pinaghirapan ka rin nya makuha kesa sa rebound ka lang ng isang mahabang relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: yep ur right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: kaya nga ayaw ko ng sequel gsto ko bagong libro na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: korek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: kaya mag-ipon ng lakas ng loob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: may kelngn pb ako gawin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: prang may kelngn ba ko gawin in my part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: yung paghihintay nga. na maayos nya yung emotional baggages nya at yung pagpapatunay na karapat-dapat sya sayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: kung hindi nya kaya ma-fix lahat ng yun. then yung na yung time na out ka na sa picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: lahat ng ito, courage ang kailangan mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: cge cge gagawin ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tine: salamat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ishi: ok lang naman na umiyak lagi dahil nasasaktan ka. pero deretso pa rin sa goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;and my plan... continue on, siguro kelangan niya talaga ng time, siguro kelangan ko rin, pero its always a different story, who knows this time its going to go well.. =D&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/5154621273110977027-7388291521235710398?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7388291521235710398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-praying-for-better-umbrella.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/7388291521235710398'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been reading Yoshke's blogs (www.yoshke.com).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He's one of my favorite bloggers. Well aside from blogs ni Camil, I don't really read other people's blogs, uhm okay , I did read boris' and kuya pow's before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's raining again.. i'm listening to glee's don't stop believing on youtube. I might watch t.v. later just to kill time, oooh time, i've so much of you lately, I think not having much of you would be good...for a change.. I have a feeling my time will go into overhaul pretty soon. I got a call from the hospital awhile ago. I was asked to complete my working documents and i said yes, i'll be more than ready in two weeks. Welcome again working world!It's pretty good really, especially sweldo days, and at least you don't think much of other stuffs.. like thinking about willy..willy, willy, willy.... i love him. Okay so right now i think i do.. so let me be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I remember one conversation we had via sms, we fought a couple of days ago before this, then we made up, well its more like I start a fight then you don't react then we start talking again like nothing happened,..woah i miss that..It makes me feel really corny, mushy and oh so not me but real good...like this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ako: corny mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;him: ikaw yun e hehehe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ako: hehe, but i miss you still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;him: talaga, bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ako: ewan ko, miss lang kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;him: sus, pwede ba yun, bakit nga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ako: kelangan ba may dahilan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;him: oo,bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ako: ewan ko sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;him: sinabi mo pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ako: arte mo ha, di mo ba ko miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;him: sabihin mo muna bakit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ako: sabihin mo muna miss mo ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;him: miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ako: bakit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;him: ikaw muna, tas sasabihin ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and my oh my, I wanted to reply, because I think I'm falling in love with you..but no I did not say that. Roy said be careful with those words, and I'm trying to be really careful. I'm 22, I've had a lot of failed relationships, albeit short ones, most were almosts (if you get what I mean) and sometimes I'm not sure what they're really called... but I wanted to say I love you that night.. but of course I did not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm just wondering really, what it is that you were expecting to hear? you asked, bakit? and I on't get why would you even ask, and you said, sabihin mo muna. Is it the same thing I've thought of... I love you Mr. Buttercup (listen to the song and you'll know why, again , corny *sighs). You'd probably won't be able to read this, but I've loved very few.. I did.. and you were my second shot actually, I just don't know if I blew this one altogether, after all like what Yoshke said, I ain't a fan of second chances too.. except this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hey, i'm really hoping we could talk, before things gets crazy this coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-2814808632347413733?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/2814808632347413733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/talks-and-more-corny-talks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/2814808632347413733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/2814808632347413733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/talks-and-more-corny-talks.html' title='talks and more corny talks'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-5370907969167556376</id><published>2009-09-23T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:28:22.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;current song: must get out by maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;current mood: bumming around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a rainy day, its fine,.. wala naman akong emote na ginawa, i looked into his fb account using joram's kasi di na kami connected... okay na din na di kami connected, sa facebook lang naman, kasi naiisip ko laging puntahan at titigan lang yung page niya, at hindi siya nakakatulong saken..sabi nga sa kanta ,"there's only so much i can do for you, after all of the things you put me through..yeah.."..so i say din, "this is not goodbye, it is just time for me to rest my head.." i guess my friends are right, camil is right..we had a really good talk last night over ym, there were a couple of months we missed out kasi , well medyo may attitude problem ako before, if you say no saken, i throw fits..sabi ni roy at ni camil, and sabi ni willy, but kahapon nung naguusap kami ni camil, she said something and i replied with, "i respect that," and she said, ikaw ba yan? OMG nagbago ka na.. kasi usually you would say hindi mali ka pa rin... hahaha and i laughed, i said aware ako sa ugali ko na ganun, and she said, i hate to say this pero baka nga dahil kay willy nagbago ka, thanks to willy...and we both laughed... the thing is, its true, it wasnt him , i mean it was because i tried and i really wanted to make a mature relationship out of this one, ..natuto din naman ako , with every single failure sa relationships natututo ako, and i was willing to be better..yun nga lang... mali ata yung tao, kasi he said he isnt ready...naisip ko paulit ulit...anyway sabi ni camil, ayusin mo muna sarili mo, ayusin muna naten sarili naten..malay mo si jommel,..haha we always talk about jommel lately, kasi she said yun daw mga type ko dati.. well the truth is as much as i imagined it to be us, well matagal na kami magkakilala, and i like him, ive always had but not to the point it bothers me, i think hes one heck of a good guy, but i guess we're having problems sa relationships namin, and he's my friend, i hope we get through this, i hope he does, so i text him every now and then...  and well madami naman updates lately, ang wala lang yung sa work ko,..im going to get in sa capitol this year,..im preparing myself because im going to do an overhaul, meanwhile habang hinihintay, im going to the gym tomorrow perhaps, spend time with family, with friends, surf the net ng walang sawa at magupdate at makinig sa music..Life is good, God is good.... =) pasensya ka na Lord pag maemote ako ha, madrama talaga ako, sabi ni jobel, you have a way of compounding sadness...hehehe... no wonder we're close , they know me...im so transparent hehehe... i don't want to be sad na, i just want to work, and have this road clearer, what to do, help people, be good, help people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not giving up, im making your love, this city's made us crazy and we must get out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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trip'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-8518092929467470152</id><published>2009-09-22T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:29:50.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love and coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;currently listening to: covers by ASAP sessionista&lt;br /&gt;online sa facebook, talking to camil and toni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day with camila and mechelle, lunch, shopping, strolling, camera pics, boy/guy/men hunt sa trinoma, bought jeans, yebah 29 na lang jeans ko, bought shirt from giordano, coffee bond at coffee bean and career talks, love talks and stuff... had a really fun day,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camil tagged me, what was the craziest thing you've done for a guy/ for love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my answer..i am yet to do that..hahahah..anyway we all get crazy for falling in love... but i guess its always the usuals, the sad love songs, the depression, the emotional circus, the sad love quotes, the waiting, the hopinh, the praying, the crying and trying and trying.. and the closures that never arrive...tsk.. camil said i should read the book, he's just not that into you..and i decided to borrow it this morning but i changed my mind, i just did not want to read any book, that will influence how i am feeling right now, i want the words i am going to tell him, and the actions i am going to do this coming days, to come from me, straight from my heart and no pretensions...haha yuck..talk about kaartehan, .... said i won't wait for him, said he's not worth it, said a lot of things, but i ain't fooling anyone..i like that guy, and if he isn't the one, that will suck, really really suck again...okay suck sounds like gayish here...and it'll probably hurt..awhile..but we all get pass it, then we find another one..haha i might have just found him...haha..my oh my, i should stop thinking about that,...i was thinking of jommel awhile ago, and i wonder, why we never ended up with each other, all these years, then of course cause he had a girlfriend all these years and i looked like do not mention it, during highschool, and love wasn't something i thought of seriously, not until now... and if i think the first cut is the deepest... ? (tanong ni camil sa landmark kanina).. i say yes? haha cause michael, well you were the first one, and took me years , literally, ..well there were guys after him, but i just could not bring myself to be as stupid as i was when it was about michael...i mean not until we started talking again, and i picked up the pieces finally, and i decided i will try that again, that crazy, all out, no more pretending love,...and guess what..i decided i'd risk it with willy..and here's what i want to ask him... sabi nga sa chuck na series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck: this you, me, us thing? ..is it ever going anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tanong niya kay sarah...and well sarah said , im sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reality here's what i asked months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako: may pupuntahan ba to?&lt;br /&gt;siya: im sorry, im not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cried..haha stupidly cried, because i felt like i couldnt breathe and parang mabigat siya..gets mo..yeah i probably got hurt...tsk..cause you say i like you, and you're about to give your heart to that person, nakangiti ka pa then you get something like, im sorry... hahaha..tsk ... but we're passed that stage, i don't know where we are exactly...so i'd get back to you..okay?... i miss him, i miss him everyday.. i wish he feels the same way...tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-8518092929467470152?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/8518092929467470152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-love-love-and-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/8518092929467470152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/8518092929467470152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-love-love-and-coffee.html' title='love love love and coffee'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-4677563115975272245</id><published>2009-09-18T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:10:34.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love, sometimes you think you got it</title><content type='html'>mood: listening and wondering&lt;br /&gt;song: Love is trippy by Amy Kuney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to Love is Trippy by Amy Kuney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ang lyrics ha, sabi nga ni kirby sa facebook, sapul daw, love is trippy..at sabi naman ni theo, tsk tsk... haay ang sabi ko naman, love is trippy, sometimes you think you got it.. and i thought a lot of times i got it, then it slips away...haay...it slips away.. na hindi mo alam kung bakit o paano, o kung may magagawa ka pa ba or tama na ba yung ginawa mo or may dapat ba gawin, im starting to realize, I guess its slipping away, whatever was between Willy and i, we don't talk like it anymore, and i kinda miss it, i guess.. sabi nga sa kanta, starving for yeses or maybes, tired of always being ignored... i kept browsing sa profile niya, and i was looking at his pictures and i wonder how i fell in love with him, tsk but too late...hay but love it keeps slipping away na lang, i guess it happens..it always does... one year ago, i would have not thought i would meet new people and fall in love again, but i did, one year ago it was just veterans, bryan, it was people i worked with there, it was mending my broken heart over people and it was jobless days and a lot more, this year it was officework, new friends, willy and well capitolmed and new hospital work... a lot happens in a year, i guess, i lost weight too, got my hair cut and fixed again, ... i got a year older too, i guess my life is moving forward, sometimes its just slow, but when i look back, there's quite a lot, oh not to mention, i have contact with michael again, haha that was okay, took a long time, you know what i mean, and ive opened new bridges..im thinking of burning old ones, but i guess you could never really do that, tingnan mo na lang yung bridge between me and boris, haha i guess its back again, nah not the romance or what, but us talking and friends, no more crying, blaming, ..and of course im not in love with justin anymore, hes got a girl now, i miss darwin i have not seen him in almost a year, maybe soon.. so im just going to let this be for now..&lt;br /&gt;=) wish me luck....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-4677563115975272245?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4677563115975272245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-sometimes-you-think-you-got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4677563115975272245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4677563115975272245'/><link 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found out that backstreet boys are back! I read through a friend's facebook post. aha! The song is straight through my heart, might be their single? naks... okay let me make kwento, last night I was talking to Michael Adrid, my best friend during 3rd grade and 4th grade, and I haven't spoken with the guy for ..ah lets's see , 10 years, hahaha so we talked last night until 5 am, chatted I meant, sa Ym...thanks to facebook I was able to find people from my gradeschool, .. I was also talking to Vincent sa ym, about well the usual, haha about lovelife and the lack of it, told him I would talk to Willy one of these days, and well guess what.. I did, kagabi haha... I was glad to be able to talk with Michael, that I decided I can take a risk and break my heart again so I clicked that message button and said hi to willy,he said hi too,so i said kamusta..we talked for awhile sa ym din, oh well not for awhile but we talked until I decided to go to sleep na... wala naman bago, I thought of asking him what the heck happened, stuff like that.. but nothing really happened diba hahaha so its like asking why the heck nothing happened? wtf ang gulo, I asked michael that we ought to get coffee one of these days, I am really looking forward to that =) I would love to see him.. hehe..and I thought maybe I'd go ask those people I would like to say something to for a cup of coffee..and on my list... si willy, at si michael.. i mean si michael lozano..haha gosh hindi din ako mahilig sa michael ano.. si willy kasi well i still have feelings for him ngayon, and si michael cause i had feelings for him .. hahaha i am going to do that..sabi nga ni chuck..i want to do things i should have done before so I can start crossing them off my list...gudluck nga lang kay michael kasi umiiwas siya saken for some unknown reasons pero naguusap kami ha..haha si willy naman, well mahirap kasi siya ayain, i mean it would probably break me, disappoint me paulit ulit but its worth it kesa never trying...haha they broke my heart once, broke it twice..how bad can it be... tsk..im so shattered na..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon din I went out with my former office friends kasi pauwi na si Charlie sa Gensan, watched kimmydora with leander, guada, charli and toni tas had dinner with them at heliza, lemuel and gerald... I so love these people, never thought I'd meet new friends this 2009 but I did, see the office wasn't so bad at all, its not really, except for you know what names.. =)&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/5154621273110977027-7085189886955286573?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/7085189886955286573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/backstreet-boys-tell-me-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/7085189886955286573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/7085189886955286573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/backstreet-boys-tell-me-about-it.html' title='backstreet boys ? tell me about it'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-5069353556706470330</id><published>2009-09-14T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T11:40:44.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 am post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know.. what we had was kinda dysfunctional and nothing out of extraordinary, but i miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goodnight dear blog.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-5069353556706470330?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/5069353556706470330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-am-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/5069353556706470330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/5069353556706470330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-am-post.html' title='2 am post'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-6144068055013238384</id><published>2009-09-12T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:35:05.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>closures, hangups, and watever..</title><content type='html'>mood: hangups, closures&lt;br /&gt;song: linger by the cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*been stuck on that song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a blast..sabi nga ni gerald sa text niya, so much fun today,&lt;br /&gt;facial, (well di ako kasama dito), hehe.. hair chuva (had mine dyed red temporarily and rebonded for that matter), timezone with ge and jommel, iceberg kingkong ice cream and fries with jobs ge and jommel, eugene people and people i know...naks saw camil haha and hanged out for awhile, orasan ko daw (how to spot cute guys sa mall), sweet tomatoes (referring sa fries), longterm or short term, (ge: cute oh, ako: para maiba naman, let's look for those na pwede long term?, ge: ayan o, 3 o'clock, hahaha pointing out a guy around 40's , ako: uh..longterm talaga yan teh...*hahahaha)... hangups (si ge sa kimidora, ako sa greenwich at kay willi (topic na naman ba to haha) , closures and pizza sa yellow cab.. and empire..(yeah dance battle sana, if matanong ko si mansour)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closures, lovelife and all...lahat naman tayo may problema sa ganyan..trust me..kapag pag-ibig we all fall, we all cry, we all act like stupid kids who can't get what they want, tell me who never did.. sabi nga ni paulo coelho, and for those who have never been wounded in love, they will never be able to say "i lived" because they didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siyempre naguusap kami nila jobelle at gerald sa bus kanina about sa moving on, about sa closures, about how some people need it and how some do not, about how some needs the reasons while some would rather not know... well guess what, I need it..and I need the reasons no matter how stupid they maybe.. I just need to know..i know i said goodbye already, i probably said it thousands of times (i am exaggerating).. but we are still connected ..damn facebook and those applications, its like we exist in each other's world but we do not, it's like im losing someone i never had, how does that happen... see i just need a reason, it doesn't have to be good, but it's going to be enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camil said that I need a diversion, a new work perhaps or something so I won't think of him,.. I know that, I do that, have done that, it worked..its just that..I do not want to wake up a year after and think of this guy and wonder what if...syet what the hell with those quotes about the one who got away..I am pretty sure it wasn't mykel cause he's back in my life, and yeah i've pretty much accepted it that he doesn't want me, and it's fine, 5 years was enough for that..but these guys, i'd rather close it, than wonder what if , after all they can't be all right, right? ...there's quite a lot of wrongs, that, i'm starting to realize..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-6144068055013238384?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/6144068055013238384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/closures-hangups-and-watever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/6144068055013238384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/6144068055013238384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/closures-hangups-and-watever.html' title='closures, hangups, and watever..'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-1394410152736469276</id><published>2009-09-11T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:12:55.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>watching Chuck series on a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mood: watching Chuck, enjoying it&lt;br /&gt;song: Fresh Feeling by Eel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I stayed home, its Friday, I thought of maybe working out, but..I have my period today, and it started raining ..so sinimulan ko na lang yung series ng Chuck na pinahiram sa akin ni Vincent,... started out good, some were a little boring but overall its the kind of series that keeps me entertained on a boring Friday... I wouldn't tell you what its all about, hahaha..well okay a shortcut, it's about this guy who got kicked out of Stanford, working at Buymore, more like Walmart, who receives top secret CIA/NSA info through an e-mail, and has all these info on his head, making him like the computer...uhm wait human computer... so there starts the adventures slash missions together with a blonde woman and a big guy as his holders or agents more likely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watch it ! haha... anyway I am still on season 1, and its evening already, i am on the 9th episode.. when suddenly the 8th episode hit me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we just need to get hit in the face that we ain't going anywhere.. that scene where they were poisoned with pentothal and more like a truth serum when you're intoxicated with it.. he asked the girl he really liked, sarah is the name, just before they drank the antidote.. I know you are just doing your job, but this me,you, us thing, are we ever going anywhere? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she tells him , I am sorry Chuck, no.. and I sighed and I know how that must have felt like Chuck, tsk..believe me...and this song started playing.. Fresh feeling by Eel ..and goes like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;What it is like&lt;br /&gt;To be next to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That it is good&lt;br /&gt;That it is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds singing a song&lt;br /&gt;Old paint is peeling&lt;br /&gt;This is that fresh&lt;br /&gt;That fresh feeling&lt;br /&gt;Words can't be that strong&lt;br /&gt;My heart is reeling&lt;br /&gt;This is that fresh&lt;br /&gt;That fresh feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts playing on this specific scene, where he goes up to that girl, he really likes, the next day after she tells him that they ain't headed anywhere.. and he says,.. well di ko matandaan how he said it exactly..but he said, I decided that starting today I need to start crossing things from my list, and I need to do something I should have done before.. (well I thought he was going to kiss her or something) and he said, you and I, we need to break up, I mean this undercover 'us'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haha my ...I started thinking bout him..and I would want to do that in real life, if only nagkita kami before naglabo labo lahat..maybe baka kung nagkita kami ngayon, I would have the courage to say,,...you and me, this 'us', we need to break up... like this undercover thing.. well it wasn't us naman, it was like undercover in a way, it was like a secret in the same way... and he said because the more we fool other people, I realize, the person I'm fooling the most is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so after he says that, he goes to this deli store, where another girl was waiting, this girl who told him I like you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just love this episode..i want to find that line ..exact lines he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-1394410152736469276?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1394410152736469276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/watching-chuck-series-on-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1394410152736469276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1394410152736469276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/watching-chuck-series-on-friday.html' title='watching Chuck series on a Friday'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-4332457964684889520</id><published>2009-09-10T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T02:04:33.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more dramas... from friendster to here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Status: waiting, waiting and praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Song: Broken by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Everyone gets into drama sometimes.. we all do.. the thing is i usually overdo it..hehehe..especially when i am not doing anything...mehn.. so anyway.. I went to PGH this morning, registered for the BLS ACLS program sa DEMS or Department of Emergency Medicine Services.. syempre sa E.R. yun banda, and boy oh boy parang toxic doon, well let us say busy, I wonder kung dun ako nagwowork...wow PGH gurl baby..haha ..madami cute dun na doctor siguro..weee..haha.. Anyway I am making a mental note to read that manual, 4 days lang yun, at well sa October 6 pa naman pero siyempre you have to win it, este I have to win it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I had been reading my blogs sa friendster last night while I was talking with Vincent sa phone, I found a lot of interesting stuffs there, ahahaha, I figure I would ask Boris to read some of them since there's quite a lot about him there but he never got to see, 'cause I thought we'd never, or I rather, would never talk to him again...hehe.. funny thing, they say we can look back on all these things and we would laugh about it, I guess we would...haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There's quite a lot about Michael too, and nakwento ko nga siya kay Vincent, and he said well do you still have feelings for that guy, I said uhm that I do not know, its been ages, anyway I have thought of asking him for coffee, talk probably, something like that. Sabi sakin ni Vincent, handa ka ba sa pwede niyang sabihin?, 'coz I would want to ask him, what happened anyway?, the same thing I would want to ask Willy ngayon, or some of the guys from the..uh back then, so anyway I said, I think I am.. I am pretty sure I am, because if he's going to say, I just do not like you or ever imagined myself being with you..then that ain't going to hurt, I mean it might sting, hehe, oh I am not sure, but I can get on with it, because I had accepted that.. hay yes, in fact I did try to fall in love again, in a crazier way than that, turned out pretty crazy alright, and yeah I , well I kinda blew it, damn chances, I kept blowing them ... I need more...a second one perhaps..  so who is the latest,..I am still not over you, Willy..but yeah I think you could feel that, if I think about you this way everyday, i wonder really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pauwi na kami galing sa sm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ako: Naiisip niya kaya ako? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Vincent: Oo naman nu, naiisip ka din nun siyempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;At lagi ko naiisip, este yung kanta ng UpDharmadown..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Di mo lang alam naiisip kita, baka sakali lang maisip mo ako, hindi mo lang alam na sa gabi, inaasam makita kang muli....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Naalala ko pa yung time sa office na kinakanta ni Elle yan..hay .. weird I remember moments like that, I can't believe it, I miss that place, yeah I miss my friends there, I miss the salary, and I miss Willy, its so funny.. I guess I changed in a way, nung andun ako, I got caught up with that world, it became my only world, and I got sucked in the drama of it all, .. I admittedly did try to control him , my lovelife, my oh my, because I am like that, and because I kept making that same stupid mistake, I did that with Boris, I should have known really....but Willy was different and I thought we would get along really well..because we were exact opposites... but I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;insert song here * Linger by the cranberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Oh, I though the world of you...I thought nothing could go wrong,but I was wrong..I was wrong.. but you always really knew I just wanna be with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I miss him, damn it..I've so many guys , well i never really had any of them, because loving is not owning.. (insert song by MYMP)... i have so scratched myself so many times, I think i might be insane already, haha I am a sucker for these romantic things, but I do not really need so many of them..just one..haha... I know i know...i have to work on myself, Roy said take a breather and work on yourself...at least if you want a relationship to work..damn it, no formulas for a relationship.. ..but I just might be near to making one work....hohohoho..keep it positive hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I like someone..haha just kidding..isa pa yan mali saken e, sabi ni Ryan you keep falling na lang , kunwari pakitaan ka lang ng maganda nito, gusto mo na agad, madali ka magfall friend,...shux what can I do, tanga e.haha.. pero hindi..no no no..I need to fix myself..siguro yun nga..attitude..and accept accept and appreciate..so kung sino ka man..na susunod na pagiinartehan ko dito haha..my gosh blog, you should see my friendster blog and Livejournal... heheh ..do not worry..I am learning...I really am..buti nga at nakakablog ako ngayon, kasi naman bum days, waiting waiting for work, pero pag nagsimula na yun, tuloy tuloy tuloy na talaga..so wish me luck..at yung lovelife ko nako ha..ayusin naten..yun pinakamiserable talaga.hahahah patawa nalang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;wala akong quote ngayon e..eto nalang sa text to galing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its overused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its cliche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its corny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its just a line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its illogical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its troublesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its always too abrupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its never on cue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its difficult to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it'll be held against you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its too bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its often quite pathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;its amazing how, after everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"i love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;still works..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;speaking of..naalala ko nung minsan katext ko si Willy, I almost said I love you..haha its weird, yeah i almost did, but I said it like hi or hello before, then I forgot about it... and roy said be careful with that words ateng.,, and I said I know, i know... I didn't say it, if you ask if I might now , I still do not know..., its pretty messy, I do not know what is, but I might have..sheesh can't figure it out..well bye for now..see yah soon.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-4332457964684889520?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/4332457964684889520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-dramas-from-friendster-to-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4332457964684889520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/4332457964684889520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-dramas-from-friendster-to-here.html' title='more dramas... from friendster to here'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-1362136817068097887</id><published>2009-09-04T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:03:35.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need more hello's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Status: hyped up, needs to be for tomorrow's event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Song: We only say goodbye with words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;currently watching Tayong dalawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bakit ba nagsasabi ang mga tao ng goodbye, pero hindi naman talaga nila kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Haha, I know right. I do that myself. I do that every single time. And yeah I pretty much do not mean it actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sabi ng mga tao sa facebook ko:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Jun Yee: tama naman diba? once youve said it kaya mo! thats the first step say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Always the first step is to say it, but I said it already, but now I wonder how long I can manage to do it...damn..I still think about him.. big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Toni posted lyrics I think, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Someday you'll say that word and I will cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- Damn you goodbye, I don't need more of you, I need more hello's, gawd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-1362136817068097887?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1362136817068097887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-more-hellos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1362136817068097887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1362136817068097887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-more-hellos.html' title='i need more hello&apos;s'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154621273110977027.post-1435928700959291771</id><published>2009-09-03T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:57:22.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions, don't come with reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;August 29, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Status: should be studying but not&lt;br /&gt;Song: Linger - The Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Happy Birthday to the dear celebrants: Vincent,Gelo and Boris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Funny thing, I was a hundred percent sure that I was not going to their party. Okay make that 80. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The reasons? Well, they are quite lame, something you'd expect from me. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well I knew Justin would be there, with his new girlfriend probably. I don't want to see them. Gosh, talk about bitter. I kept explaining that it wasn't because I am bitter, I mean I don't like him anymore, that I am sure. Even though I still think he's cute. hahaha. And yeah even though we had that conversation almost a year ago on our way home from a movie, I am not sourgraping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The second reason, well I knew Boris would bring along his new girlfriend also. And yeah, I don't want to see them either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's just that sometimes, there are people and things from the past, and well emotions, you would rather leave there. in the past. Most of the times, I cannot control my feelings. I see people, I hear a song, I hear a word, and boom there goes my rational being. They don't come with warnings, or with reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But anyway, I went. Haha, I figure what the heck, it doesn't matter if he's going or not. It isn't my birthday so deal with it. He wasn't there and Boris broke up with his partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I had fun. I decided not to eat much, because I was on a diet. Big deal, I ate anyway. The cake was so good I just could not step away from the food table. Fooling around with people, catching up, and more of the catching up. I'm just glad I came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The party ended at around midnight,.. he came anyway. I don't remember saying hi, but I said goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway enough 'bout I, and my reasons, and my bother to explain them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vincent, I know what you want pare, haha I am not sure though if it is good for you, running after her...but I know the feeling, running after ...uh oh..... let's just insert the song here... I wish you luck haha, go go go keep trying... and yeah don't listen to other people, keep up the stupidity, hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Boris, my o my, have we changed, or we're talking yet again, and I remember saying I could never talk to you anymore.. haha.. but I guess we both got ourselves broken and mended in the process..damn that poetry haha.. I am happy for you, being in med school alright, seems just like yesterday, we didn't know what to do with that license, I still don't know..but at this moment, I think I'm starting to... Keep them coming..hehe whatever that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gelo, I know you might be leaving for Florida soon? I don't know, I do not ask that's why.. haha, it's been a year since you've been going here for Grandpa's therapies.. thanks a lot.. and I know you are good with what you do, I never imagined myself to be a PT too, hehe but anyway, I hope you get to use all those clothes for winter wonderland.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5154621273110977027-1435928700959291771?l=christinedyosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/feeds/1435928700959291771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/emotions-dont-come-with-reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1435928700959291771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5154621273110977027/posts/default/1435928700959291771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinedyosa.blogspot.com/2009/09/emotions-dont-come-with-reasons.html' title='emotions, don&apos;t come with reasons'/><author><name>christinedyosa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01530795050107233050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YDN0FUL63Oo/Sqi5tk446SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6JferXFZjd4/S220/blogsitepic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
