<?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-7654978396809123736</id><updated>2011-12-30T22:22:11.865+08:00</updated><category term='Average Day'/><title type='text'>Whats next?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-5157585185539819896</id><published>2011-12-15T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:20:48.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd sem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tnPItAMdRCo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a little something we've accomplished so far this second semester :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been quite busy and at the same time not. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-5157585185539819896?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/5157585185539819896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=5157585185539819896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/5157585185539819896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/5157585185539819896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2011/12/2nd-sem.html' title='2nd sem'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tnPItAMdRCo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-3699477713969788108</id><published>2011-08-08T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T18:35:33.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Being a freshman college student is really starting to get to me. First of all, being the class president is nice but I still get to be the underdog to our vice president. I will have my stand against him someday. I promise this. Second, subjects are a pain but thank God im getting good grades so far for preliminaries.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1.75 - Theology&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1.00- PE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1.00- Intro to Communication (major sub)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2.00- natural Science&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My classmates are nice. God answered my answers of having good classmates this year. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Special staff for our college student council is great. It gets to open a new me. A more responsible and outgoing me. All of this I could not have done without God. Thanks be to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i wanna redo my blog..but maybe when im not so busy anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Till next time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt; &lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-3699477713969788108?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/3699477713969788108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=3699477713969788108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/3699477713969788108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/3699477713969788108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2011/08/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-682357764708457844</id><published>2011-05-19T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:56:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFcVlOWlKm0/TdUTXtsxNwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pFYAEN8Dzno/s1600/DSC_4486.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFcVlOWlKm0/TdUTXtsxNwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pFYAEN8Dzno/s400/DSC_4486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608410209085110018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the "New Me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-682357764708457844?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/682357764708457844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=682357764708457844&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/682357764708457844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;I keep waiting each day.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Waiting for the day that you come again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Ill kiss you, ill hug you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Never let you go away once more.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;But thats just fantasy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Once its ended.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;It may never come back again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Pieces shattered down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Then youd just realize that your wandering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Thinking, misleading your self&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Till the day...when love returns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second chances may come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there is nothing like the first love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most spontaneous one youd ever feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The person youd always long for inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Once more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your lost....with no hope of returning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-911906210218713360?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/911906210218713360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=911906210218713360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/911906210218713360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/911906210218713360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2011/02/hopeless-romantic.html' title='Hopeless Romantic'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-6168263588826179796</id><published>2011-01-23T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:45:34.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving everything behind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hN85c6lOGHU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;What am i to you?Thats my question.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;I am asking for the truth and not an opinion.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;We laughed,we cried and those were great&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;But what happens after we face our fate.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am here just standing alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes hanging by the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for you and no one else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That makes me ignore my mothers yells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you just get fed up with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that what you wanted me to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The once imperfect person who is perfect in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is now completely gone but still continues to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know what direction to choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one that leads to you that comes with lues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or the one thats clear but w/o you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am stupidly in-love....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because I chose you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No matter what you do,no matter how many times we have had our downs....Id always love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Kilig!!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-6168263588826179796?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/6168263588826179796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=6168263588826179796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6168263588826179796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6168263588826179796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2011/01/leaving-everything-behind.html' title='Leaving everything behind.'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hN85c6lOGHU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-5852188911541508944</id><published>2011-01-12T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:26:03.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to brew over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TS25kFj897I/AAAAAAAAAG4/OGGJS3f2iBo/s1600/DSC_7980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TS25kFj897I/AAAAAAAAAG4/OGGJS3f2iBo/s320/DSC_7980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561305144491833266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like looking into a mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember when me and my sister used to be like those 2 kids in front of us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time sure flies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-5852188911541508944?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/5852188911541508944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=5852188911541508944&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/5852188911541508944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/5852188911541508944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-to-brew-over.html' title='Something to brew over.'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TS25kFj897I/AAAAAAAAAG4/OGGJS3f2iBo/s72-c/DSC_7980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-1605334521831992048</id><published>2010-12-30T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:02:15.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TRyCuGJASsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PmcdfjfQFS0/s1600/pIxZ-0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TRyCuGJASsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PmcdfjfQFS0/s320/pIxZ-0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556459768702323394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Louise and Jun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;I finally had a day to go out with my friends.The first place we went to was Sm pamp.Basically,we were trying to find a new look for our friend,Jun.So its me,louise,geil and jun.the 2 girls were making fun with jun.since jun looks like a kid coz of his physique and height,they play with him like he's a little kid.poor jun.after that just ate at mcdonalds.its was really funny that louise and jun brought their baby hamster with them.so cute&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;after sm pamp,next stop was sm clark.we dont like sm XD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gail was supposed to come but then we had problems with connection coz all of our cellphones lost its power.coincidence much.hahaha...hope Gail didnt get mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then went to juns house and my it was freakin huge.almost like a mansion.then we just chatted our way for 3 hours straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to wrap it up,very good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-1605334521831992048?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/1605334521831992048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=1605334521831992048&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/1605334521831992048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/1605334521831992048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-play.html' title='Lets play'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TRyCuGJASsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PmcdfjfQFS0/s72-c/pIxZ-0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-7357191085401269303</id><published>2010-12-29T08:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:11:28.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs315.ash2/59581_105781116149190_100001519071745_43588_8362870_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs315.ash2/59581_105781116149190_100001519071745_43588_8362870_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Despite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;If you should hide the truth from me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Why wouldnt you want me to see&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Each line you said that was a lie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;That was enough for me to get by&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;I wouldnt rage over you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;But to the things that you do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Sometime with me and the other afar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I wouldnt want to cause a war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You hide,you hide thats what I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You hide from me to the bottom below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you ashamed for who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or did the feeling last only back then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What stays this year will stay that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So does this mean I have no say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You used me but it was oh so sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I even thought that we could meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the truth is out,whats more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But all those I things I have bore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would go not just for your happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I love you truly,no less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When there a comes a time that someone betrays you,never get mad at the person.For it is the sin that you should despise and not the person that you love.Though you get hurt by the things done,never forget the moments you shared either lies or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-7357191085401269303?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/7357191085401269303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=7357191085401269303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7357191085401269303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7357191085401269303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/12/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-903450874861052922</id><published>2010-12-27T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:38:09.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.islandcrisis.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/heartbroken.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 396px;" src="http://www.islandcrisis.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/heartbroken.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Regret"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;I thought I knew that person &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Who I used to know as soft spoken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now all I feel is rage and anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sadness i feel no wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lies you said were oh so sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But not to the time I knew it was beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kill you know is all i want to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then maybe ill finally have a good day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved you so,terribly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it wasnt enough to last till February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cry and weep not for whats lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for the person i thought who was my boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whats so different from before and now....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Something mustve changed.Between us?No...between you and someone else.Perhaps....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Your killing me here.Should we still continue this or are we just fooling each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-903450874861052922?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/903450874861052922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=903450874861052922&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/903450874861052922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/903450874861052922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-mistake.html' title='My mistake'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-1110954111320910917</id><published>2010-12-12T21:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:42:23.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EfqojVwGgG8?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought about my negative side.Wanted to get this out my chest even at least in my own blog.Please give me the freedom to be expressive without judging me.Its just the way I feel right now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd remember I was always afraid.Afraid to do things on my own.But now that I finally want to,why dont I have the guts to do it?How come something is still pulling me back when all I want is to break free and be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Obsession?Maybe.I mean,theres only one thing..or someone that I keep waiting for.Crazy?Maybe a little.If you keep staring at something that reminds you of the person,does that make you crazy?uhmm...(no comment).gaah...ok.I am crazy...crazy for...uhh =.=" id be the happiest person alive if i would be positively sure "it" was real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Depression....Emo?Yes.Well,at least I think I am.But not compulsive that i'd want to cut my wrist or something.no no no.I dont wanna die.But you cant handle wanting to die(figuratively) if you get so discouraged.I get enough of that from my mom.Go figure....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cacophony.I hate this.Id want to burst out when the environment is so noisy.I cant hear anything but chitter chatter around.Crazy enters here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ang gulo talaga ng isipan ko ngayon.Hindi ko alam kung ano ba dapat ang isipin ko.BF ko,hindi ko alam kung okay pa kame.Mom ko,wala akong ganang makipagusap dahil for sure ang agad kong maririnig sa bungaga niya ang malakas niyang pagdiscourage at nawawalan na ako ng interest sa gusto kong gawin.Dad,ang dami paring ineexpect sakin.Id better stop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-1110954111320910917?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/1110954111320910917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=1110954111320910917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/1110954111320910917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/1110954111320910917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/12/caught-up.html' title='Caught Up'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EfqojVwGgG8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-6456721280554853665</id><published>2010-12-01T19:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:46:12.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I see your face...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;Inspiration strike.This short story was inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.my-million-dollars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam Low&lt;/a&gt;.He's a very great guy and I&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TPY5QmTIDcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GuNIzTZmir0/s200/sam%2Blow.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545682948474801602" /&gt; guess his personality gave me this inspiration.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;This guy..&lt;a href="http://www.my-million-dollars.blogspot.com/"&gt;SAM LOW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Every time I see his face,I feel quite numb.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;I have not seen a face with such charm and dazzle.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;That smile,those eyes and lustrous hair.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;I could just stair at him all day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;It's as if your looking at an angel.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Seeing him is like defying gravity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;You may even compare him to Adonis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Exagerated as I sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Thats how I think of him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;But not only is he beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;He has a soul so pure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Not completely,but is enough to satisfy anyone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;My sweet melody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;But every time I see him....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;I cant help but feel selfish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;Am I right for this person?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone with such simplicity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing completely special for eyes to befall on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I see him with his friends as beautiful as he...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why would someone so majestic as he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall in love with someone so human as I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did he choose me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of all those who are better than I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess its true that love works in mysterious ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean who wouldve thought that I would be with someone like him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I have mentioned his god-like face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His heart is what I love....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if he turns into something unwanted,id still love him with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if lost his beautiful face,Id still love him because its not his face that captures me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe it does,but if that was all gone.....id love him the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm,any comments about this story?Well the persona is unidentified so let your imagination soar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Till here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-6456721280554853665?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/6456721280554853665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=6456721280554853665&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6456721280554853665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6456721280554853665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-see-your-face.html' title='When I see your face...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TPY5QmTIDcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GuNIzTZmir0/s72-c/sam%2Blow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-7855063062114509648</id><published>2010-11-26T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:14:20.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roKXyBiVt-E/Sq5jx3Yi-tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kylFkWTcoug/s1600/blog+award.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roKXyBiVt-E/Sq5jx3Yi-tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kylFkWTcoug/s1600/blog+award.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credit:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roKXyBiVt-E/Sq5jx3Yi-tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kylFkWTcoug/s1600/blog+award.png"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://diaryofemilyc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; for giving me this award :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Accept the award&lt;br /&gt;2) Post it in your blog and tag the blogger who granted you the award&lt;br /&gt;3) Pass the lovely award to other bloggers that you've met along the way&lt;br /&gt;4) Inform them that they have been chosen to receive the award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-7855063062114509648?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/7855063062114509648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=7855063062114509648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7855063062114509648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7855063062114509648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-first-blog-award.html' title='My First Blog Award'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_roKXyBiVt-E/Sq5jx3Yi-tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kylFkWTcoug/s72-c/blog+award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-6219669591973887277</id><published>2010-11-22T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:42:27.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy?Maybe not...</title><content type='html'>Ok,so this poem was written by my good friend Matt Ong.He's quite the romantic type (I think :P)Being able to write this poem makes him so....here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TOpItMxqZsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fPFLni7ttf8/s1600/matt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TOpItMxqZsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fPFLni7ttf8/s200/matt.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542322232793654978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                            Perfect Girl for Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                           I wish now that I would see&lt;br /&gt;                            The perfect girl made for me&lt;br /&gt;                          She's the girl that'd cure my trouble&lt;br /&gt;                                and make me feel like a floating bubble&lt;br /&gt;                                             She'd love flowers that are pretty&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Flowers that are pretty as she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She'd never be angry&lt;br /&gt;with reasons so petty&lt;br /&gt;She'd be sweet as bubble gum&lt;br /&gt;and makes my heart beat like a drum&lt;br /&gt;She'll be like a swan so full of grace&lt;br /&gt;dancing under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;She'll look like an angel with her gentle face&lt;br /&gt;that makes me want to hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;But I think I must be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;A girl so perfect can never exist&lt;br /&gt;But in this night, a night so lazy&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you, I just can't resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hmmm,in my opinion its nice :)&lt;br /&gt;Till here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-6219669591973887277?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/6219669591973887277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=6219669591973887277&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6219669591973887277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6219669591973887277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/11/fantasymaybe-not.html' title='Fantasy?Maybe not...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TOpItMxqZsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fPFLni7ttf8/s72-c/matt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-6016854009297593672</id><published>2010-11-05T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:10:15.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs931.snc4/74484_1434889796467_1359603626_31007986_2929740_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 219px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs931.snc4/74484_1434889796467_1359603626_31007986_2929740_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November  4 and 5 2010 is the awakening.The awakening of hearts,minds and souls  to our society and most importantly to God.On there 2 days,we had our  retreat or what is also called a STOP OVER.Our class was fortunate  enough to be complete.We had about 4 sessions I think.It was all very  enlightening.We talked about the things that we normally dont talk about  in our daily lives.Our problems and like the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs488.ash2/76109_1434895556611_1359603626_31008042_1155134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 222px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs488.ash2/76109_1434895556611_1359603626_31008042_1155134_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can already  expect a lot of emotions during a retreat.Tears always fell every  session.Making us realize the things that is most important in our lives  is quite shaking.Ill never forget this 2 days because it brought back  our group of friends which is the "Tribu Ek ek"...funny name right =P  Thanks to the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW:The shirts were wearing was the shirt I was talking about in my last post ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-6016854009297593672?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/6016854009297593672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=6016854009297593672&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6016854009297593672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6016854009297593672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/11/stop-over.html' title='Stop OVER'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-4591927300159824204</id><published>2010-11-02T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:10:25.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Geek Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1123.snc4/148515_1431125022350_1359603626_31000724_6837933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 237px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1123.snc4/148515_1431125022350_1359603626_31000724_6837933_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs911.snc4/72448_1431122982299_1359603626_31000706_756773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs911.snc4/72448_1431122982299_1359603626_31000706_756773_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last sunday,my mom, sis and I went to do a little shopping.I got this top and just love it.haha,i never sported the geeky preppy look so this is my first time....ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dads best friends son came over for the weekend and it was great being with him for a short while.He cam home today which was very sad.I only got to spend 1 night with him.I like kuya jay(thats his name)very much.He acts like my bigger brother which I always longed for ever since.He's a great guy.Smart and outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our retreat is coming up and i am excited.We will be getting our class shirts that was designed by yours truly :P cant wait to see the outlook.hehe.The first shirt that i made was in sophomore year which was fail.It was too neon xD...hahaha.So i hope this one turns out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-4591927300159824204?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/4591927300159824204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=4591927300159824204&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/4591927300159824204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/4591927300159824204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/11/geek-look.html' title='The Geek Look'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-6287849219461091016</id><published>2010-10-29T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:10:39.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who loves you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amie063090.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/love-you-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 141px;" src="http://amie063090.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/love-you-shirt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my world begun&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what I shouldve done&lt;br /&gt;To be honest and true to my self&lt;br /&gt;For this is also for my wealth&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am serious enough&lt;br /&gt;to say that i love thee&lt;br /&gt;Though this decision is tough&lt;br /&gt;but this is what i want for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never have a i felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;you made my heart melt down to the floor&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what id do if you werent there&lt;br /&gt;to love me with all your care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you and thats what i know&lt;br /&gt;and wherever the wind may blow&lt;br /&gt;id still love you even if you dont&lt;br /&gt;if you'd wish me to stop id say;"I wont".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration strikes best when you have nothing to do :P&lt;br /&gt;Till here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-6287849219461091016?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/6287849219461091016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=6287849219461091016&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6287849219461091016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6287849219461091016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/10/who-loves-you.html' title='Who loves you?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-7338562970195248307</id><published>2010-10-22T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:11:12.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TMGEohdPhyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/00pRBIyyVjs/s1600/pIxZ-0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TMGEohdPhyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/00pRBIyyVjs/s200/pIxZ-0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530847649098336034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        Gail has been my best friend since 4th grade.We were usually seated together in each class.I cant believe its been 6 years since weve met.Im really happy to have her in my life.My day wouldnt be complete if I didnt see her.She just makes my day complete even thought if we wont talk,just seeing her smile makes me happy already.6 years with her made my life a lot less stressful and sad.Knowing that she's around always fills me with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Awhile ago,we were just talking then she called one of her friends with a nick name.Then she asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Bakit tayo walang tawagan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    I smiled and said that "wala pang nick names nung panahon natin xD".But then again,I told her that I liked her name so I guess a nick name was not needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TMGGN-q3amI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4RnL9BNvDHY/s1600/1_692690288l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TMGGN-q3amI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4RnL9BNvDHY/s200/1_692690288l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530849392106891874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lou,Mj,Gail and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  Even though we would only have a few more months to spend real time together...I still feel like it isnt enough.Ill miss her(and our group)when each one of us leaves for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hoping for the best in the few months to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nicknew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-7338562970195248307?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/7338562970195248307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=7338562970195248307&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7338562970195248307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7338562970195248307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-friend.html' title='Best friend!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TMGEohdPhyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/00pRBIyyVjs/s72-c/pIxZ-0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-8580584019904700506</id><published>2010-10-19T07:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T07:47:11.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Disaster</title><content type='html'>This morning around 2:01 am,strong winds and heavy rain awakened me.The rains were so loud and it was really weird coz even the winds had whooshing sounds as well.Kinda freaky.Then at 5am,my friend text-ed me and informed me that classes were suspended due to the super typhoon.Signal 2 here in pampanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs011.snc4/33897_1404530595249_1291908405_30952785_3844079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs011.snc4/33897_1404530595249_1291908405_30952785_3844079_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of us are gonna have mixed emotions now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was kinda psyched that there were no classes but were going to be missing alot then.Next week,we will only meet at regular school time on tuesday and thirsday.On monday no classes coz of the all souls day no regular classes on Wednesday coz of United nations day and no classes on friday coz....well,I dont know.Our teacher just told us that :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The week after next week will be our exams week.We are so gonna be cramming then.Dear Lord help me 0=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hope things work and pacing is definitely needed this week.Till here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-8580584019904700506?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/8580584019904700506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=8580584019904700506&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8580584019904700506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8580584019904700506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-disaster.html' title='Sweet Disaster'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-771108888915404273</id><published>2010-10-18T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:25:46.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Someone went knocking on my door&lt;br /&gt;For only me to find out that that someone&lt;br /&gt;would lead me to love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-771108888915404273?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/771108888915404273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=771108888915404273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/771108888915404273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/771108888915404273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-this-real.html' title='Is this real?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-2577540892918691624</id><published>2010-10-13T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:52:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   Out of sheer boredom, a short story comes out of me. Its nothing much but since I always give though to life.....what would life be if you didnt live it the way you want it? What if your dreams arent fulfilled? What happened...read and discover :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked up the stairs to find my things. A door left open with no one in sight. Curiosity kills, and so I went in. Shockingly, the room was completely empty. Just a window and walls covered in white. What kind of room would be left so neat but nothing to make someone come back to it? A rush when behind me and the door was locked shut. All I can see was the white room. Suddenly, I felt claustrophobic due to the lack of ventilation and monochromatic color of the room. I tried to find a way out but I was in no luck. After a while screams and voices came from nowhere. The noise was loud that I cant barely handle it….Plea's of people crashing through the thick walls the single window on the room broke through the pressure of the sound. As the window broke, the broken glass pieces flew sharply to.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Aaaahhh!!!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I snapped.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A book was at my side. Cloudy skies and a refreshing breeze hugged me.I was daydreaming. Dreaming about a world where voices and prayers could not be answered. A world where every bit of happiness was not noticed. A world of pure misery.What kind of sign was this? Is this an omen or not? The only thing I could think of now is…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Atleast im still alive."&lt;/p&gt;  Even though we might not get what we want in our life, we should still be thank full that we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-2577540892918691624?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/2577540892918691624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=2577540892918691624&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/2577540892918691624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/2577540892918691624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-escape.html' title='No escape'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-6440406355475150187</id><published>2010-10-11T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:08:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://latestpriceindia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/samsung_corby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 216px;" src="http://latestpriceindia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/samsung_corby.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh how I want this phone.Its playful and it has an awesome interface(in my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phone is just the kind of phone i want to replace w/ my softbank 707sc.Although im still figuring out ways on how to accumulate enough cash for this(Php. 6,650).I dont want to ask money from my mom coz i know that she might excuse some things so that she wont buy it..sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know any good paying money makers online xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-6440406355475150187?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/6440406355475150187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=6440406355475150187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6440406355475150187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6440406355475150187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/10/corby.html' title='Corby'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-8232090403622639113</id><published>2010-10-03T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:44:26.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outreach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs172.snc4/37946_155267954504545_100000640234227_324424_5303074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs172.snc4/37946_155267954504545_100000640234227_324424_5303074_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had our Community outreach last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very overwhelming knowing that we had helped young students.My groups task was to teach them about God.I liked our topic since it was easy and it would give the youngsters a thought about who is our God.There was this students who I had a certain interest in.She couldnt read but she understood every word I said.That made me really happy.Im also glad that my group did a good job on teaching those students.Its not that easy being the leader of a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs004.snc4/33581_1395306286904_1359603626_30930284_4650467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 331px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs004.snc4/33581_1395306286904_1359603626_30930284_4650467_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that,me and three other of my friends went to Mr.Ramyun.Goota love korean noodles.I finished last eating.It tasted so good for it to be eaten fast.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs024.snc4/33581_1395305246878_1359603626_30930258_4170584_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 195px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs024.snc4/33581_1395305246878_1359603626_30930258_4170584_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  While we were on our way to the school,my friends took this picture.I have taken quite an interest on this one 'coz it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Spread the Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-8232090403622639113?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/8232090403622639113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=8232090403622639113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8232090403622639113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8232090403622639113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/10/outreach.html' title='Outreach'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-457266327656533431</id><published>2010-09-28T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T09:05:33.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TKE-dZ9hpiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5DdW1kxKCX8/s1600/61648_161703777175733_100000083361898_523025_8374355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TKE-dZ9hpiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5DdW1kxKCX8/s320/61648_161703777175733_100000083361898_523025_8374355_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521763293039011362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last sunday evening,we went to the couryard to watch Gail's fashion show.It was surprisingly short...I think it only lasted for 30 to 45 minutes.Still,it was nice seeing a fashion show since it was my first time....I miss hangouts when they end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was stunning btw. :P&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to figaro w/ Gail's parents who treated us.We were like so noisy in a supposed to be quiet place.lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id better relish these moments....graduation is only a few months away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-457266327656533431?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/457266327656533431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=457266327656533431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/457266327656533431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/457266327656533431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/09/show.html' title='The Show'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TKE-dZ9hpiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5DdW1kxKCX8/s72-c/61648_161703777175733_100000083361898_523025_8374355_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-7807101064944535870</id><published>2010-09-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:41:20.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting anew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its been almost 4 months since I last blogged.Very busy w/ stuff.Now im starting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  With grades,friends,intrams,quizes and family...a seniors life is really full of trials.Its starting to bug me a bit.For the first time in my entire life,i got a failing grade and in the most less likely to fail,TLE.Yeah,although its just TLE...it was really hard because of darn C++.How I get so confused with that subject.Its a good thing were going to cooking next grading.Friends are also getting a bit weird.Some of them are like avoiding each other for a reason they get left behind....when walking!Just a simple thing of walking together and they get left behind.sheesh....low understanding much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent told her yet about the thing.Too afraid of what she might say.Shes got alot on her mind right now anyway.Same things as im having trouble with.Im barely passing physics as well.Our teacher isnt the best one to discuss.Maybe good in giving examples but teaching step by step...oh no no no.Dancecom is over and I cant belive we lost to the freshmen.But its a good thing even though our star dancer got injured she is now good.I feel like somehow im missing on something eachday.Like I havent done something important but is not on my list.curious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel like me and my friend,Wawis,are growing apart.We dont talk that much anymore.Note to self:Get back to the old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss junior high.The easy going life of a junior is far better than a fast paced minute on the graduation wagon.I am happy to graduate but im not gonna be happy to leave my friends behind.So,I was hoping that a close friend of mine would somehow be taking the same coarse as me coincidentally so I would know someone just incase we become classmates next school year.How the days past by.I wish it would somehow just pause in 1 good moment in my life.Seeing my friends for instance and seeing her.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school is bitter-sweet.But when you get to the end...your goona say;"I dont want to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-7807101064944535870?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/7807101064944535870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=7807101064944535870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7807101064944535870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7807101064944535870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/09/starting-anew.html' title='Starting anew'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-736776624838602903</id><published>2010-05-30T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:15:01.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not perfect...no one is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since my dad came home last december,everything in the house became super strict.Me and my sis were almost treated like help around the house.Not exactly but close enough.We had to wash plates everytime,clean everything in the house,and some other stuff.When we were young up to 2nd yr of my life,we always had a maid and we didnt really do any chores so its like we were spoiled.We were free from house hold work and we didnt worry about anything else.Thats why its been a bit hard around the house.Getting used to it is not so bad.I can still cope with it.Whats bad and stressing is my parents.They expect us to be perfect.We really arent used to this so expect us to be a bit rough.But they want us to be fast learners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If we missed one thing,were DEAD big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad says that my mom is a perfectionist.But I think he doesnt know that he himself tries to be one too.My dad is stubborn.He doesnt like admittung his mistakes and then changes the topic when he gets reminded of what he has done.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma-bisyo sa tingin ko ung dad ko dati&lt;/span&gt;.Its my hypothesis.If we missed one thing to clean up,he would forget every good thing that weve done and say;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano ba naman kayo,never ko na nakitang malinis tong house.Mga tamad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when he says that.Its like hes saying that we didnt do even a single thing.When he said "di ko na nakitang malinis tong house",my mom was greatly affected.She is the who does most of the cleaning in the house.But I hate when she reacts to that.Because when we ourselves miss one thing,she would also say the same thing.Then mom is no better than dad.They are very confusing.I love them but I hate they way they think at times.I wouldnt also expect them to be perfect,but I wish they would show appreciation for what weve done rather than only notice the thing that we forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want us to believe that they are not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But when are they going to realize the fact that even their children arent perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick-2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-736776624838602903?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-206133508822844260</id><published>2010-05-29T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:07:48.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Its been 2 months since I last changed my template.Well,I finally got a new one.Maybe some of you are thinking why would a guy want a theme with the color pink in it.I say,I don't mind having a girl color on my theme.Ive had the color pink on my themes almost every time.A real man isn't afraid of anything....talaga?haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today has been absolutely typical.I love my summer but I hate these common stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake up, eat,computer,shower,help out,eat again,wash dishes,computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I want school to come already.Having no school is great but in some time,you would also miss it.Miss having cash that is :P.Being at home all the time really makes you lazy.I really want to go out but we just moved so the mess in our house is still not clean.Sigh...clean clean clean...again =.=".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So tiring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The week is almost over and there was a special thing that someone told me.It made me happy and made me feel good inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Not all men knows how to be a real man&lt;br /&gt;and you prove to me that you're better than them&lt;br /&gt;Not the way you talk or something about what people see&lt;br /&gt;t's about who you are as a person.&lt;/blockquote&gt;   Till here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-206133508822844260?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/206133508822844260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=206133508822844260&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/206133508822844260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/206133508822844260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/05/over-again.html' title='Over Again'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-233988987354426169</id><published>2010-05-26T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:08:57.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best summer Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-04.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" width="426" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-04.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" 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target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-04.slide.com/p4/2666130979438130436/ms_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im here to share some of my pics from my summer vacation.A lot has happened and I can definitely say this was the best summer ever.Aside from moving again,I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,my cousin came home from japan and we got to do a lot of things while he was here.I got to spend both family and friends time.It was really satisfying compared to my previous summer vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-233988987354426169?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-6867883447316311330</id><published>2010-05-25T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:09:35.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a person who makes mistakes&lt;br /&gt;A person who has a heart that can easily break&lt;br /&gt;I dont know everything that I should  do&lt;br /&gt;To lead me straight right next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it inside of me hurts me deeply&lt;br /&gt;When I know that you love someone else completely&lt;br /&gt;But I cant bare the wounds you have made&lt;br /&gt;That made me cry and hide in shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is confused because of love&lt;br /&gt;So I sit a pray to the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;Make me know what I must do&lt;br /&gt;to heal the wounds that made me blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been said that time can heal&lt;br /&gt;But I just cant help what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Inside,I still feel barren&lt;br /&gt;and then I remind myself,Im just Human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to &lt;a href="http://runwaysmile.net"&gt;Miss Gail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-6867883447316311330?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/6867883447316311330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=6867883447316311330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6867883447316311330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6867883447316311330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/05/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-661621004244983849</id><published>2010-03-31T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:08:15.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Summer~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Today was the last day of school.I was expecting a lot of tears from my classmates and some drama from them. Although theres one back-biter.I didnt go to school.Thats right.I overslept and I wasnt able to go to school.Bummer. I really wanted to see my classmates reactions because some of them are freakin drama queens(no offence intended) so it wouldve really been fun seeing them bid each other goodbye and I also wanted to bid my good friends a goodbye for the school year.But I hate my stupid alarm clock.It never gets the job done of waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sigh.Well,the upside is my cousin is coming from Japan.It would be fun to spend another year of summer with him.BTW, his name is Yu.He's quite shy and silent.It amazes me 'coz we dont even understand each other but were really close.I tried learning japanese just for him and me to understand each other.Except I still needed time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope I could upload all of my pictures from Junior year in facebook.That crappy uploader always has its days.Stupid thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,till here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Summer Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-661621004244983849?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/661621004244983849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=661621004244983849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/661621004244983849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/661621004244983849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-summer.html' title='Happy Summer~'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-5891353208227213269</id><published>2010-03-05T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:17:06.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah!Ive got myself a new theme.Its quite simple really.Although im not too crazy about the Pink colored fonts but it matches anyway;).But ill really miss my Dear Diary theme.It was so memorable.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/S5DnzaoRU6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VpUqTwmxMQg/s1600-h/December+2009+template.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/S5DnzaoRU6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VpUqTwmxMQg/s320/December+2009+template.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445106819998503842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nothing new lately in the real world.Except for the fact the today was like a drama fest.So many tears so little time.I even shed a few...lol.See yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-5891353208227213269?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/5891353208227213269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=5891353208227213269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/5891353208227213269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/5891353208227213269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/03/updated.html' title='Updated!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/S5DnzaoRU6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/VpUqTwmxMQg/s72-c/December+2009+template.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-3257101098147585865</id><published>2010-02-21T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:31:54.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night to remember</title><content type='html'>Js prom 2010 was awesome.It happened yesterday(Feb. 28).It was insane!I mean like the people were all going crazy.Well,mostly the boys.The girls were just with their fellow girls.I personally liked the slow dance part.I got to see a lot of people dancing together softly and definitely alot of people were doing PDA.Although the slow dance was my favorite part,it was also my worst.I was like the only person in the dance floor w/o a couple.I did dance with my friends and all but there wasnt a time where I was with someone special.&lt;a href="http://gailisawesome.com/"&gt;Gail&lt;/a&gt; and T were so sweet.It kinda made me think of;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why am I the only w/o a partner!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other than that prom was great.My bestfriend karlo was dancing like a maniac when the remixes were on.He was looking drunk but ofcourse he's not.I enjoyed mostly my time with my friends and not with my classmates.They were like so boring to be with at prom.They didnt even dance that much.SO,I spent most of my prom time with my bestfriends.Definitely a night to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/S4n-1eg0zII/AAAAAAAAAEA/qWha-h9YQ7g/s1600-h/pIxZ-0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/S4n-1eg0zII/AAAAAAAAAEA/qWha-h9YQ7g/s320/pIxZ-0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443161819331218562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/S4n_TbLM-FI/AAAAAAAAAEI/z_N1YMYjlms/s1600-h/pIxZ-0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/S4n_TbLM-FI/AAAAAAAAAEI/z_N1YMYjlms/s320/pIxZ-0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443162333831297106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats it for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-3257101098147585865?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/3257101098147585865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=3257101098147585865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/3257101098147585865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/3257101098147585865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-to-remember.html' title='A night to remember'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/S4n-1eg0zII/AAAAAAAAAEA/qWha-h9YQ7g/s72-c/pIxZ-0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-7221998497815699391</id><published>2010-02-14T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:58:32.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its been over 2 months since I last posted.Well,its good to be back in the blogsphere!A lots happened in the past 2 months.So,I thought id share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters,my dad came home from Japan.I was like wow and at the same time afraid.It was bitter sweet.I never actually had time with my dad before so IDK how to communicate with him.So,few weeks past and there were times he would get at me for something that I didnt do and eventually,hit me somewhere in my body.Usually the back.I dont feel bad about that.Its for my own good.I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams passed by too.My average dropped down by 1 digit.Its 83 now.HOW LOW!I cant believe it!Im aiming for an 86 on the finals.Hope I do better.Oh God help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And JS prom is coming up.WEW!Still dont have a tux or something.I so cant wait.Its on the 27th of February.I have to rush things also coz I have tons of projects to submit for our finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here...hoping I could post more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day to all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-7221998497815699391?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/7221998497815699391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=7221998497815699391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7221998497815699391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7221998497815699391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back.html' title='Im back...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-7236582289586898582</id><published>2009-12-11T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:52:15.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd MID-GRADING EXMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec. 10,11 &amp;amp; 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st day of the test(Dec. 10,2009 at exactly 12:24pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first day of the exams were Geometry and Drafting Technology(a.k.a TLE)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was so-so although I did not get the last part of the Geometry test.I didnt recall the lesson well....grrrrr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drafting was as easy as breathing.I kept on going and going 'coz(not to be boastful)I knew almost all of the answers=)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd day of the test(Dec. 11,2009...no exact time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 word's........"Bitter-sweet"(but mostly bitter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went all the way down rock bottom when Ep(religion)came.I had no freakin idea what to write in the enumeration part of the test.=(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2nd test:English.I am confident to say I aced it!Being a teen who knows a lot about english and vocabulary,it wasnt so hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAPEH.Another tragic test.The first part of the test was a puzzle,I didnt know alot about the questions given or the description was changed a bit.Bitter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;3rd day of the test(Dec. 14,2009....Monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exams for monday are Chemistry,European Civilization(History) and Noli Me Tangere(Filipino).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save the best for last.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ill rant about that on the said day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even though I would not get a high score in EP and Mapeh,I hope that I atleast pass.&lt;/span&gt;Coz, if I dont pass the mid exams and get a low score on the periodicals....Im dead!My record will get flushed.Its gonna be too bad.I maganaged to pull all of my grades in the second grading(all of my grades went up=))and I would hate to see my 3rd grading grades become tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh please,please Lord.I hope I get good scores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------END----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-7236582289586898582?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/7236582289586898582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=7236582289586898582&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7236582289586898582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7236582289586898582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-like-drug-to-me.html' title='Please!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-3114013818417890263</id><published>2009-12-06T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:07:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Written by Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people surrounding you have their own minds&lt;br /&gt;And not all of them are very kind&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure can somtimes get to us&lt;br /&gt;Which will make it hard to adjust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumors can kill our very soul&lt;br /&gt;By people who have hearts as dark as coal&lt;br /&gt;They do not know how the pain feels&lt;br /&gt;When there is no one who would reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is what everyone resists&lt;br /&gt;Though those mosters still persist&lt;br /&gt;Revenge will never be the answer&lt;br /&gt;For we do not want to become like those monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always better to ease the rudeness&lt;br /&gt;Coz we have the power of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Not now will we be rewarded&lt;br /&gt;But in time,our kindness will be awarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Away...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-7123578179895135845</id><published>2009-11-19T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:13:04.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8Ii8bdXfno/SZXpT6GbcEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r4Bue2ZL1mc/s400/love_is_blind_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8Ii8bdXfno/SZXpT6GbcEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r4Bue2ZL1mc/s400/love_is_blind_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couples love can always die&lt;br /&gt;Even if there are blue skies&lt;br /&gt;A story that gives a service of love&lt;br /&gt;That is as pure as a white dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl is blind with the man of her dreams&lt;br /&gt;Except her sight is what makes her scream&lt;br /&gt;The man is inlove with the sightless girl&lt;br /&gt;And eagerly proposed with a gorgeous pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman refused for she knows&lt;br /&gt;The man may regret the woman he chose&lt;br /&gt;She will only be his if she sees once more&lt;br /&gt;And only then can the man implore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years passed &amp;amp; a miracle came&lt;br /&gt;The girl can see with eyes acclaimed&lt;br /&gt;The man came to her yet again&lt;br /&gt;And asked for the love put in refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman refused again for she knew&lt;br /&gt;The man was blind and she never had a clue&lt;br /&gt;The man accepted her decision and cries&lt;br /&gt;And the man said,"If that is so,please take care of my eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;Sob.....Well,I dont know if the poem is understandable,but I hope it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-7123578179895135845?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/7123578179895135845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=7123578179895135845&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7123578179895135845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/7123578179895135845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-is-blind.html' title='Love is Blind'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8Ii8bdXfno/SZXpT6GbcEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r4Bue2ZL1mc/s72-c/love_is_blind_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-4164847411285823370</id><published>2009-10-24T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:03:13.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that Amy will be released at GCPh.I have been waiting for this character to come since the time I played Gc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her page header:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://grandchase.levelupgames.ph/images/news/gc_amy_adrotator.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super KAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha....thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-4164847411285823370?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/4164847411285823370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=4164847411285823370&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/4164847411285823370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/4164847411285823370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance-with-me.html' title='Dance with Me!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-1731092575762607208</id><published>2009-10-17T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:10:28.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment of a second</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr123/jeddlesS2/broken-heart--1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 214px;" src="http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr123/jeddlesS2/broken-heart--1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The moment in that second"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a very moment of one day&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with delay&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly grew weak&lt;br /&gt;and I felt very meek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love passed by&lt;br /&gt;And I felt shy&lt;br /&gt;We both had nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly felt "okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her a question&lt;br /&gt;"Who do you love?"&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know her decision&lt;br /&gt;For I felt in-love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me who she loved&lt;br /&gt;And I didnt know what to feel&lt;br /&gt;I didnt tell her how I shoved&lt;br /&gt;and that was the big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt right for her&lt;br /&gt;For she was perfect&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to bother&lt;br /&gt;For I might regret the effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now accept what is meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I can never tell her my plea&lt;br /&gt;But I will never feel unloved&lt;br /&gt;In that moment in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;uyyy....sobrang cheezy.....&lt;br /&gt;I made this poem just for fun and because I was in the mood:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-1731092575762607208?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/1731092575762607208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=1731092575762607208&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/1731092575762607208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/1731092575762607208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/10/moment-of-second.html' title='The moment of a second'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-8209995825756418893</id><published>2009-10-07T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:00:29.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviant much?</title><content type='html'>Its Wednesday today and I am officially BORED.When I got home I was so tired(IDK y)and all I wanted to do was sit and eat....LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of boredom,this came out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/SsyOJ0tPnTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TCVy4n6yOo8/s1600-h/simposefun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/SsyOJ0tPnTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TCVy4n6yOo8/s400/simposefun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389839153474018610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha....I didnt know what to do,so I decided to practice w/ photoshop.I used simpose to pose this sim and was happy that I still knew how to use it.So,thats all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-8209995825756418893?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/8209995825756418893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=8209995825756418893&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8209995825756418893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8209995825756418893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/10/deviant-much.html' title='Deviant much?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/SsyOJ0tPnTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/TCVy4n6yOo8/s72-c/simposefun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-2279480810305609843</id><published>2009-09-28T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:04:15.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It gets better!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;Okay,here to rant about how the audtiotions turned out.Im happy to say that "I got in!".Me and Margie(my partner)both got in.The feeling was nerve-racking though we looked and sounded shakey during our performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 students were selected for the broadway.I was kind of sad that &lt;a href="http://snoogumx.net/"&gt;Gail&lt;/a&gt; didnt get in.I was hoping that we can do something together with the rest our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This saturday,we will be attending some sort of seminar with the college theater guild.So excited,but I just dont know if I will be able to join Gail in a mall hunt on saturday due to the seminar thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Huh?Mall hunt for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About the mall hunt.Me and Gail were selected as representors for our house in our club.Can you follow?LOL....We want to have clothes that match so that we would look good.Thats the mall hunt for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently blogging at school.We dont have 3rd period.Yes!!!Still,I couldnt stay long here.=(&lt;br /&gt;Signing....now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-2279480810305609843?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/2279480810305609843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=2279480810305609843&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/2279480810305609843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/2279480810305609843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-gets-better.html' title='It gets better!?'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-5552867166146285193</id><published>2009-09-11T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:57:57.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;TO.It stands for Ticked Off.I am so tired of parents,s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;chool and home.I cant take my mom always saying that I dont do anything worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;NAKAKAINIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa school naman,my teachers are so hard to work with.Their like so whats the word...."Freaks"?IDK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sq9y06-SZTI/AAAAAAAAADo/thUaIxlriG8/s1600-h/mY+pIx-0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sq9y06-SZTI/AAAAAAAAADo/thUaIxlriG8/s200/mY+pIx-0154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381646333240304946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BTW:This is my partner for the audition....Margie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;About the last song.Its nothing really.I recorded a song of "Breaking Free" because I wanted to hear what I sound like.LOL.Also for practice.Im auditioning on a broadway production in school.The play wasnt chosen yet,But I hope its good.I really want a part in the play.Performing Arts is where I best project my talents(well duh..haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And speaking of freak teachers,my english keeps changing our audition date.It was supposed to be last thursday,but she kept changing it.Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Make Up your MIND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dot,dot,dot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-5552867166146285193?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/5552867166146285193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=5552867166146285193&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/5552867166146285193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/5552867166146285193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-song.html' title='The Last Song'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sq9y06-SZTI/AAAAAAAAADo/thUaIxlriG8/s72-c/mY+pIx-0154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-8541437032030048343</id><published>2009-08-21T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:36:08.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures are history</title><content type='html'>Pictures are history.They have the complete scene from one period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Its great actually.How we can take pictures and save the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/So6TONuuxRI/AAAAAAAAADA/9TGNHN5YF3Q/s1600-h/mY+pIx-0033_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/So6TONuuxRI/AAAAAAAAADA/9TGNHN5YF3Q/s200/mY+pIx-0033_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372393277912696082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Dance Com '09,1st place"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dont know why,but I really ♥ this picture.It say so much to me.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although,we didnt become the champions, were still very happy that we did great.So I guess thats why I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I think of what might the next day.Then after that day,I picture what happened.I recall all the mistakes that I did and the things that ive done.I learn a lot everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only in photograph do remember our memories,but also in the heart and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-8541437032030048343?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/8541437032030048343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=8541437032030048343&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8541437032030048343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8541437032030048343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-are-history.html' title='Pictures are history'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/So6TONuuxRI/AAAAAAAAADA/9TGNHN5YF3Q/s72-c/mY+pIx-0033_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-6889407999787709947</id><published>2009-08-16T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:20:09.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im here.Alive and well...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted to share this poem to you all,Its my own composition....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The poem is actually for my Filipino assignment.Just finished it (4:11 pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ang Nais Ko…&lt;br /&gt;May isang tao na laging nasa isip ko&lt;br /&gt;Kapag kapiling ko siya, lahat ay nag-babago&lt;br /&gt;Sa sandaling makita ko ang kanyang matang kumikislap,&lt;br /&gt;Nawawala ang aking mga pag-hihirap&lt;br /&gt;Kaibigang minamahal ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa isang tingin, ako ay gumagaan&lt;br /&gt;At parang gusto ko siyang hawakan&lt;br /&gt;Kinakabahan ako pag siyay kakausapin,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi alam kung anong sasabihin.&lt;br /&gt;Tumitindi ang aking nararamdaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko nang sabihin ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Na akoy may nararamdamang mabigat&lt;br /&gt;“Mahal kita, at wala ng iba…&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang ang aking pinaka-iisa”&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit dito nabibitin ang nais na isambat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangang dito nalang pala kami&lt;br /&gt;May nararamdaman na kong pagsisi&lt;br /&gt;Sana ay sinabi ko na lahat&lt;br /&gt;Para wala na akong  nararamdamang mabigat&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang nais ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was very proud of the poem.....and I really hope you like it as well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:14pt;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/nick.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-6889407999787709947?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/6889407999787709947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=6889407999787709947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6889407999787709947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/6889407999787709947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-share.html' title='My share'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-3611405995096685404</id><published>2009-07-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T20:46:48.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My not-so-hiatus update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes!I can finally blog again!WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been like 2 weeks since my last post(or maybe more than 2 weeks).Im am so glad to blog!&lt;br /&gt;Okay,it may have seemed like I was on hiatus....but no.I was just so busy with school,friends, and especially Dance Competition 2009.I am totally worked out and uber stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont have new pics....huhuhu=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been a blast!I ♥ it.Im actually lovin Geometry.Its very easy and fun....LOL.I never imagined that I would be love math.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♫+♫+♫=♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will probably have to rant about the Dance Com. when the event is done.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Till here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/Untitled-1.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-3611405995096685404?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/3611405995096685404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=3611405995096685404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/3611405995096685404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/3611405995096685404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-not-so-hiatus-update.html' title='My not-so-hiatus update'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-8761629103587157203</id><published>2009-07-10T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:43:56.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so senti...</title><content type='html'>Here I am....back w/ a new post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its exams day today....Again....the test was WAY to easy for me...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;After exams,we went to clark(Me,Karlo,Gracia,Rean,Elaine,Jasmine)to got to Elaine's house.=)Her house is like so cute....if it was remade...it would have been so awesome.Although the village was like uber scary...lol.Then we went to Mcdonals to have some lunch.I cant believe their chicken fillet is so small.It wasnt enough for me.So while we were there,we exchanged stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blah&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;,blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then,we went to Abandoned(I dont really know the spelling).Its a hospital that was very very old.Probablly lived since the american times.It had like crossroads.We were about to go inside,but I totally Chickened out.It was super scary....and it was only the entrance.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres some pics from the trip:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356794503262742786" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/SlcoOB29qQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Lk1uH9UKAwk/s200/mY+pIx-0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Slcob0zEiRI/AAAAAAAAACY/n-YoMKnP4LE/s1600-h/mY+pIx-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356794740274923794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Slcob0zEiRI/AAAAAAAAACY/n-YoMKnP4LE/s200/mY+pIx-0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/SlcolLxEYnI/AAAAAAAAACg/24uayZyoItQ/s1600-h/mY+pIx-0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356794901059363442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/SlcolLxEYnI/AAAAAAAAACg/24uayZyoItQ/s200/mY+pIx-0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Slco5UtIG_I/AAAAAAAAACw/YKbgf0AVh18/s1600-h/mY+pIx-0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356795247056133106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Slco5UtIG_I/AAAAAAAAACw/YKbgf0AVh18/s200/mY+pIx-0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stopping here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-8761629103587157203?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/8761629103587157203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=8761629103587157203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8761629103587157203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8761629103587157203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-so-senti.html' title='I am so senti...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/SlcoOB29qQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Lk1uH9UKAwk/s72-c/mY+pIx-0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-302637807177771014</id><published>2009-07-04T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:33:30.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Art Art</title><content type='html'>Im back!Its been 12 days since my last update....but now im back...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since im moving on to creating custom content for "The Sims 3",id like to share some of my previous creations for the sims 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sk9BPrViMpI/AAAAAAAAABw/VC9xU8MrlAo/s1600-h/TL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354570219553698450" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sk9BPrViMpI/AAAAAAAAABw/VC9xU8MrlAo/s200/TL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sk9Bb9ZQIOI/AAAAAAAAACA/anNRVLHcrCs/s1600-h/kristin+kreuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354570430559559906" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sk9Bb9ZQIOI/AAAAAAAAACA/anNRVLHcrCs/s200/kristin+kreuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sk9BW1-P0cI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kr7uxBW3gPQ/s1600-h/ks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354570342667899330" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sk9BW1-P0cI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kr7uxBW3gPQ/s200/ks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sk9BoMUhzjI/AAAAAAAAACI/i0f4PsJvCVI/s1600-h/LilyAllen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354570640724708914" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sk9BoMUhzjI/AAAAAAAAACI/i0f4PsJvCVI/s200/LilyAllen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.)Taylor Lautner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.)Kristin Kreuk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.)Kristen Stewart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.)Lily Allen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These 4 are my best works.I upload them on thesimsresource.com.Thesim that gets downloaded most is Taylor Lautner.He now has 5113 downloads and counting....=).Taylor is also my favorite sim...and actor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Totally cant wait for Hannah Montana the movie and New Moon.Ill be watching it next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exams are on 9,10, &amp;amp; 11...Let the cramming begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woops!Till here=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(PS:My blog skin looks to pink doesnt it....nevermind...and the problem again is the comments thingy.....haizzz....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-302637807177771014?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/302637807177771014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=302637807177771014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/302637807177771014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/302637807177771014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/07/art-art-art.html' title='Art Art Art'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sk9BPrViMpI/AAAAAAAAABw/VC9xU8MrlAo/s72-c/TL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-4666891206776170513</id><published>2009-06-22T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:00:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second week</title><content type='html'>So,its the second week of the school year.Its been great.I have a lot of new friends and most of them are not "magulo"....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WOW.....my first update in weeks....haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Quick news.My best best gal pals are now talking with my bestfirend.SO happy.They havent talked in like 2 years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/friends-4-lyf.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350128538077298386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sj95jybG_tI/AAAAAAAAABg/gSP6AyOv70Y/s200/mY+pIx-0003_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Girls think im cute....hahaha......And I was almost voted for escort.ALMOST....=))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Though I cant help but feel some girls flirt with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Really qucik update people......till here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-4666891206776170513?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/4666891206776170513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=4666891206776170513&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/4666891206776170513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/4666891206776170513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/06/second-week.html' title='Second week'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sj95jybG_tI/AAAAAAAAABg/gSP6AyOv70Y/s72-c/mY+pIx-0003_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-5738461539223405673</id><published>2009-06-11T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:14:42.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think im moving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hi!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In my last post,I said that my dad lost his job.Till now,he still doesnt have one.So,we cooked up a way for income since my sis is going to college and im starting junior high next week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We planned to move to an apartment(temporarily)so that we could let our house for rent.Atleast till my dad gets a job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its fine with me.Except sa &lt;em&gt;telebastagan&lt;/em&gt; ung apartment.hahaha.Layo naman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Were going to browse for apartments later.The cheaper the better.:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im still kinda worried what might happen,but hopefuly things turn out okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(PS:ty to &lt;a href="http://fourthvoguescene.blogspot.com"&gt;ate rachelle&lt;/a&gt; for helping me get a comments box)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-5738461539223405673?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/5738461539223405673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=5738461539223405673&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="left"&gt;Yesterday,I went to school to get my schedule and section for junior high.I was a bit early(I came about 9 am)and we were supposed to get our sched. at 2 pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At the beggining of the day.I was so excited to know who was gonna be my classmates.I was totally hoping atleast I could be classmates with one of my bestfriends or anyone of my close friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sadly,none of them were my classmates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobrang na badtrip ako dun...kakainis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that,I felt so upset that I didnt want to go malling or be with my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Till here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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title='Schedule'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-9194002646884117092</id><published>2009-05-31T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:55:26.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh template!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally got a new template for my blog.I love it...its very unique and simple.Although I cant put my comments box yet(so you guys cant comment yet on my posts).I dont know why.Can some one help me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once again,school starts in one week....still cant wait...hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just a quick update...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;/blogitemcommentsenabled&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-9194002646884117092?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/9194002646884117092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=9194002646884117092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/9194002646884117092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/9194002646884117092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-template.html' title='Oh template!'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-1979669426236913094</id><published>2009-05-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:36:35.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/SiE2FUiwAqI/AAAAAAAAABY/REYLsXEg8nE/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341610098079826594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/SiE2FUiwAqI/AAAAAAAAABY/REYLsXEg8nE/s200/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got a haircut yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not so happy with the result but when its cut,its cut.Its weird having short hair again.I mean,before yesterday I can almost pony tail my hair....haha.After coming out of the shower,its like all over my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now,my head feels cold.The wind can easily pass through.aha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 days till school starts...still cant wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till here....TCA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-1979669426236913094?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/1979669426236913094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=1979669426236913094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/1979669426236913094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/1979669426236913094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/SiE2FUiwAqI/AAAAAAAAABY/REYLsXEg8nE/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-2473261891417174533</id><published>2009-05-28T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:59:56.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Boundries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sh4nkDzfgxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mxj34J1FC7I/s1600-h/kris-allen6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340749708558041874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sh4nkDzfgxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mxj34J1FC7I/s200/kris-allen6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"No Boundries" by Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seconds hours so many days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know what you want but how long can you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every moment last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you feel you’ve lost your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What if your chances are already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Started believing that I could be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you give me one good reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To fight and never walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause hear I am still holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every step you climb another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’ll make it through the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather the hurricane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To get to that one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you think the road is going nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just when you’ve almost gave up on your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then take it by the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And show you that you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fought to the end to stand on the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What if today is as good it gets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don’t know where the future’s headed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothings gonna bring me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I’ve jumped every bridge and I’ve run every line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I’ve risked being saved but I always knew why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I always knew why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So hear I am still holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every step you climb another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’ll make it through the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather the hurricane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To get to that one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you think the road is going nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just when you’ve almost gave up on your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then take it by the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And show you that you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can go higher, you can go deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are no boundaries above and beneath you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Break every rule coz there’s nothing between you and your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every step you climb another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, there are no boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every step you climb another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You’ll make it through the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Weather the hurricane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are no boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I just ♥ this song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-2473261891417174533?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/2473261891417174533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=2473261891417174533&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/2473261891417174533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/2473261891417174533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-boundries.html' title='No Boundries'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sh4nkDzfgxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mxj34J1FC7I/s72-c/kris-allen6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-8956077605105495355</id><published>2009-05-20T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:43:52.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I pray to you God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/ShP676-JOmI/AAAAAAAAABI/0qCnYBindlQ/s1600-h/emo_girl_crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885890713303650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/ShP676-JOmI/AAAAAAAAABI/0qCnYBindlQ/s200/emo_girl_crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi there...Im not in a very good mood this day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning,my dad called asking for my mom...and I said that she isnt home,she was asked a favor by my aunt.So my dad said that "Oh sige,tawagan ko nlng siya."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His voice was so glum.At first I didnt understand it,coz I thought he was just tired from work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moments later,my mom came home.As usual,I was playing GC.Then my sis came to the room with shocking news.She told me that our mom said to her that our dad lost his job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my mom came to the room also.We talked about what are we gonna do for income.My dad said that we should let our house for rent then live in our house in Magalang,but my mom didnt go along with it.She said that we coudnt live there coz when there's school,it will be way to far....and so this kept us a long time talking about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,inside I felt why is this happening.Then I remembered when I was scanning our new Values book,it said that;"Never doubt what challenges God gives us because He would'nt give us a challenge that we cant overcome.".It struck me so much.So I just hope and pray that my dad gets a job and(coz my mom is going to japan in july) my mom could the job she wanted to get before(it pays a lot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for me that my family could overcome this challenge.Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj122/shazifraz/Untitled-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-8956077605105495355?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/8956077605105495355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7654978396809123736&amp;postID=8956077605105495355&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8956077605105495355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7654978396809123736/posts/default/8956077605105495355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-pray-to-you-god.html' title='I pray to you God...'/><author><name>Nick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00606947208251496363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/TLwLVc10d7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/NS5tDwPOoh4/S220/pIxZ-0533.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/ShP676-JOmI/AAAAAAAAABI/0qCnYBindlQ/s72-c/emo_girl_crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-366303264744067268</id><published>2009-05-17T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:23:28.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Average Day'/><title type='text'>Boredom.Kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sg-sfKbqawI/AAAAAAAAABA/2iGKtbhVU6U/s1600-h/xemo17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336673734833629954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sg-sfKbqawI/AAAAAAAAABA/2iGKtbhVU6U/s320/xemo17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay....it is officially the most boring day EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The same routine again today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*play gc,browse the web,watch vids,biking,sleeping,eating.....so typical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although I did discover the best instrumental song ive ever heard....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"River Flows By"...I have no idea who made it.Just went soundt tripin and found it....its my first song on my playlist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till here(wow...thats short...haha:D)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of your day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Nick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7654978396809123736-366303264744067268?l=so-sentimental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://so-sentimental.blogspot.com/feeds/366303264744067268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g-6k1o0xeLU/Sg-sfKbqawI/AAAAAAAAABA/2iGKtbhVU6U/s72-c/xemo17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7654978396809123736.post-6411225698777763570</id><published>2009-05-16T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:44:13.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new blog</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to so-sentimental.blogspot.com....&lt;br /&gt;This is my second blog(coz my old blog got a bit loko....).My old blog was thevanity.snoogumx.net....but thats the past...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to meet a lot of bloggers here and throughout the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to me..:D...im a bit slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and hope to accomplish a lot and stress my daily insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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