<?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-12282139</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:03:35.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surpassing forever..*</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;a star's fate is undetermined..&lt;br&gt;
it goes on an infinite journey..&lt;br&gt;
a journey to that celestial galaxy..&lt;br&gt;
where its destiny shall be fulfilled..&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-7901756618790496934</id><published>2010-01-08T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:17:40.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYOYr5sIm58/S0aVsSnBPAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XcaS37w1Ppo/s1600-h/sloweasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYOYr5sIm58/S0aVsSnBPAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XcaS37w1Ppo/s400/sloweasy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424187389356620802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a star,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:smaller;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85753/starlee/5c2fd646ef0e9ffc774d863174c152c3.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; position: relative; left: 36px; top: -31px;" 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/12282139-7901756618790496934?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7901756618790496934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=7901756618790496934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/7901756618790496934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/7901756618790496934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/boo.html' title='boo!'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYOYr5sIm58/S0aVsSnBPAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XcaS37w1Ppo/s72-c/sloweasy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-2822152201923121963</id><published>2009-01-24T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:19:42.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parang di to maganda ah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Guru&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatroledoyouplayintheworldquiz/guru.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a naturally good counselor. You are inspiring, encouraging, and compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;You are eager to help everyone who crosses your path, even those who don't want to be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural healer. People feel at peace when they are with you.&lt;br /&gt;You are so good for people, in fact, that they go through withdrawal once you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You quietly do your own thing, without openly resisting. You secretly try to fix every problem.&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest regret is not being able to help as many people as you'd like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatroledoyouplayintheworldquiz/"&gt;What Role Do You Play?&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/12282139-2822152201923121963?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2822152201923121963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=2822152201923121963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2822152201923121963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2822152201923121963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2009/01/parang-di-to-maganda-ah.html' title='parang di to maganda ah...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-7623700495625581553</id><published>2009-01-24T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:13:32.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/agape.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to sacrifice your world for your sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&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/12282139-7623700495625581553?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7623700495625581553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=7623700495625581553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/7623700495625581553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/7623700495625581553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-well.html' title='oh well..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-2975396845578367473</id><published>2009-01-24T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:12:23.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>easy ba?..^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Rather Easy For You to Fall in Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a quirky, unique person to be your lover. You're easy going about who you're with, as long as they love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break-ups can be painful for you, but you never show it. You hold your head high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&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/12282139-2975396845578367473?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2975396845578367473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=2975396845578367473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2975396845578367473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2975396845578367473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2009/01/easy-ba.html' title='easy ba?..^^'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-5191678613144780548</id><published>2008-09-07T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:09:53.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teacher, teacher</title><content type='html'>you've taught me words&lt;br /&gt;you've taught me things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words i want to forget&lt;br /&gt;things i want to unlearn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher, can you help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've shown me hope&lt;br /&gt;you've shown me love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i desire to give back&lt;br /&gt;love i desire not to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher, can you teach me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-5191678613144780548?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5191678613144780548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=5191678613144780548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/5191678613144780548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/5191678613144780548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/teacher-teacher.html' title='teacher, teacher'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-8128041987411501611</id><published>2008-09-07T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:16:58.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teach my heart</title><content type='html'>teach my heart not to love you,&lt;br /&gt;teach my heart not to care.&lt;br /&gt;it's not too much to ask&lt;br /&gt;from someone who's a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach my heart not to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;and learn that it's too hard to bear.&lt;br /&gt;if i fail to learn from this,&lt;br /&gt;then you're not a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good teacher shares knowledge&lt;br /&gt;and teaches life's lessons,&lt;br /&gt;why then haven't i learned&lt;br /&gt;when i had all the reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good teacher shows happiness&lt;br /&gt;and becomes an inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;why then do i keep crying&lt;br /&gt;and still continue this illusion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-8128041987411501611?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8128041987411501611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=8128041987411501611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/8128041987411501611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/8128041987411501611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/teach-my-heart.html' title='teach my heart'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-5040985763165355666</id><published>2008-08-11T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:15:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thousand years...</title><content type='html'>i could wait a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;for you to come around&lt;br /&gt;i could wait a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;to hear your laughter's sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could cry a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;and still smile amidst all&lt;br /&gt;i could cry a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;it won't even matter at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could live a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;without you beside me&lt;br /&gt;i could live a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;and still wait for eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-5040985763165355666?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5040985763165355666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=5040985763165355666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/5040985763165355666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/5040985763165355666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/thousand-years.html' title='a thousand years...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-4673159033740319726</id><published>2008-08-05T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:38:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help (04.04.07)</title><content type='html'>the walls are closing in on me&lt;br /&gt;i can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;while everybody's breaking free&lt;br /&gt;i feel numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold sweat's dripping off my body&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid&lt;br /&gt;my heart is throbbing incessantly&lt;br /&gt;i need help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the earth desires to swallow me&lt;br /&gt;the fire is burning to seize me&lt;br /&gt;the waters are dying to absorb my body&lt;br /&gt;the air is screaming to capture me&lt;br /&gt;i need help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-4673159033740319726?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4673159033740319726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=4673159033740319726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/4673159033740319726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/4673159033740319726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-040407.html' title='help (04.04.07)'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-6662477991542874638</id><published>2008-08-05T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:34:16.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hangover (05.05.07)</title><content type='html'>nauseous&lt;br /&gt;almost sick&lt;br /&gt;but seems to get better&lt;br /&gt;because you take care of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dizzy&lt;br /&gt;almost fainting&lt;br /&gt;and yet standing still&lt;br /&gt;because you're guiding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuffy&lt;br /&gt;almost choking&lt;br /&gt;but still able to breathe&lt;br /&gt;because you give me life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-6662477991542874638?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6662477991542874638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=6662477991542874638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/6662477991542874638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/6662477991542874638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/hangover-050507.html' title='hangover (05.05.07)'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-1393492678533599374</id><published>2008-08-05T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:03:29.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buti naman.. haha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and Your Mom Are Completely Different&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoulikeyourmomquiz/mom-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, it seems like you and your mom aren't even related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often wonder how two people from the same family can be so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes... you can pick your friends, but not your relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoulikeyourmomquiz/"&gt;Are You Like Your Mom?&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/12282139-1393492678533599374?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-697873475200691589</id><published>2008-08-05T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:55:46.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice cream..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=200 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ice Cream Personality:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/icecream.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a particularly modest person. You're proud of who you are, and you don't care who knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a pretty cautious person. You look before you leap, and you don't leap often. There's a bit of a wild child within you, but it doesn't get out often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a somewhat open minded person, but deep down you're fairly conservative. You don't like trying new things very much. And if you do find something new you like, you stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have a one track mind. You prefer not to multitask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be a big dramatic and over the top sometimes. You are bold in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/"&gt;The Ice Cream Personality Test&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/12282139-697873475200691589?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/697873475200691589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=697873475200691589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/697873475200691589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/697873475200691589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/ice-cream.html' title='ice cream..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-2931102615721997821</id><published>2008-08-05T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:29:56.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>akalain mo un..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Relationship Will Last... A Long Time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howlongwillyourrelationshipwithyourguylastquiz/last-years.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be hard for you to swallow, but you and your guy might not last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not forever. He's somewhere between Mr. Right... and Mr. Right Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt your guy is a great catch - and generally good to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odds are, however, that someone better is out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howlongwillyourrelationshipwithyourguylastquiz/"&gt;How Long Will Your Relationship With Your Guy Last?&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/12282139-2931102615721997821?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2931102615721997821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=2931102615721997821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2931102615721997821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2931102615721997821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/akalain-mo-un.html' title='akalain mo un..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-1497141186666740414</id><published>2008-08-05T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:30:48.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="200" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be A Poet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/poet.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&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/12282139-1497141186666740414?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1497141186666740414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=1497141186666740414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/1497141186666740414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/1497141186666740414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-should-be-poet-you-craft-words-well.html' title='i know..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-4675553980470109683</id><published>2008-07-15T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:57:14.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pagod, hirap, hanap..</title><content type='html'>napapagod na ang puso ko&lt;br /&gt;sa paghihintay ng pagbalik mo&lt;br /&gt;wala man lang abiso&lt;br /&gt;kung hanggang kailan to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahihirapan na ang puso ko&lt;br /&gt;sa kinalalagyan nito&lt;br /&gt;wala naman sigurado&lt;br /&gt;sa sitwasyon na to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naghahanap na ang puso ko&lt;br /&gt;ng lugar niya sa mundo&lt;br /&gt;kung san pupwesto&lt;br /&gt;yun ang malaking misteryo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napapagod na ang puso ko&lt;br /&gt;sa nararamdaman nito&lt;br /&gt;gusto nang isuko&lt;br /&gt;ang lahat ng binuno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahihirapan na ang puso ko&lt;br /&gt;sa gulong pinasok nitp&lt;br /&gt;humihingi na ng saklolo&lt;br /&gt;mula na lang sa kahit kanino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naghahanap na ang puso ko&lt;br /&gt;ng ipapalit sa yo&lt;br /&gt;yung magmamahal ng totoo&lt;br /&gt;at walang istorbo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-4675553980470109683?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4675553980470109683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=4675553980470109683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/4675553980470109683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/4675553980470109683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/pagod-hirap-hanap.html' title='pagod, hirap, hanap..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-1300316906920629491</id><published>2008-04-21T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:27:12.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost..</title><content type='html'>as time flies&lt;br /&gt;i lose feeling&lt;br /&gt;i lose touch&lt;br /&gt;of what we used to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to regain my strength&lt;br /&gt;i have to depart&lt;br /&gt;god i have to go&lt;br /&gt;and leave you behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me bring back&lt;br /&gt;that lost feeling&lt;br /&gt;that lost touch&lt;br /&gt;to feel you here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't let me go&lt;br /&gt;don't let me leave&lt;br /&gt;take me in your grasp&lt;br /&gt;i'm too weak to leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-1300316906920629491?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1300316906920629491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=1300316906920629491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/1300316906920629491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/1300316906920629491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost.html' title='lost..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-5117974465068917321</id><published>2008-03-03T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:23:51.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how?</title><content type='html'>how can i feel&lt;br /&gt;when there's coldness around me?&lt;br /&gt;how can i touch&lt;br /&gt;when there's no one to hold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i relax&lt;br /&gt;when my mind is cluttered?&lt;br /&gt;how can i doze&lt;br /&gt;when my eyes won't close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i breathe&lt;br /&gt;when i am trapped?&lt;br /&gt;how can i live&lt;br /&gt;when i am alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i stop&lt;br /&gt;when my heart just won't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-5117974465068917321?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5117974465068917321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=5117974465068917321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/5117974465068917321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/5117974465068917321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/03/how.html' title='how?'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-8894699246375177428</id><published>2008-03-03T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:20:06.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough..</title><content type='html'>enough thinking, i must play&lt;br /&gt;what's there to think of anyway?&lt;br /&gt;when all i want for you where i lay&lt;br /&gt;is to listen to what i want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough pain i pray&lt;br /&gt;it's been forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;seems just like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;when your love was taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough crying i say&lt;br /&gt;nothing's gonna change anyway&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i pray&lt;br /&gt;not even if i ask you to stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-8894699246375177428?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8894699246375177428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=8894699246375177428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/8894699246375177428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/8894699246375177428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2008/03/enough.html' title='enough..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-8432090381910868600</id><published>2007-11-23T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T17:25:29.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i part of it? (060707)</title><content type='html'>am i part of it?&lt;br /&gt;part of the dream you used to make&lt;br /&gt;when you were a kid&lt;br /&gt;when there was no one you thought would take&lt;br /&gt;all the fantasies&lt;br /&gt;of having somebody with you to create&lt;br /&gt;endless memories&lt;br /&gt;with a destiny willing to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i part of it?&lt;br /&gt;part of a collection you now want to make&lt;br /&gt;since love deserted,&lt;br /&gt;since the day they desired to take&lt;br /&gt;all feelings of love&lt;br /&gt;to turn your hope to feelings of misery&lt;br /&gt;of having lost love&lt;br /&gt;in a world of utter monopoly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-8432090381910868600?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8432090381910868600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=8432090381910868600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/8432090381910868600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/8432090381910868600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/11/am-i-part-of-it-060707.html' title='am i part of it? (060707)'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-7361629054312480856</id><published>2007-11-08T16:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:47:33.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crying anthem ko..</title><content type='html'>Hide me now&lt;br /&gt;Under your wings&lt;br /&gt;Cover me&lt;br /&gt;within your mighty hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the oceans rise and thunders roar&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with you above the storm&lt;br /&gt;Father you are king over the flood&lt;br /&gt;I will be still and know you are God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find rest my soul&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;Know his power&lt;br /&gt;In quietness and trust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-7361629054312480856?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7361629054312480856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=7361629054312480856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/7361629054312480856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/7361629054312480856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/11/crying-anthem-ko.html' title='crying anthem ko..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-2330377152917183934</id><published>2007-11-08T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:46:34.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in your hands (hillsong)</title><content type='html'>I'm so secure, You're here with me&lt;br /&gt;You stay the same, Your love remains here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close I believe, You're holding me now&lt;br /&gt;In Your Hands I belong, You'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;So close I believe You're holding me now&lt;br /&gt;In Your Hands I belong, You'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave your life&lt;br /&gt;In Your endless love&lt;br /&gt;You set me free&lt;br /&gt;And showed the way&lt;br /&gt;Now I am found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, You were beside me&lt;br /&gt;Even when I could'nt tell&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, You showed me more of You, more of You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-2330377152917183934?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2330377152917183934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=2330377152917183934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2330377152917183934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2330377152917183934'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-6667254173351017884?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6667254173351017884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=6667254173351017884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/6667254173351017884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/6667254173351017884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/11/chicken-burger.html' title='chicken burger..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-4679887575177160990</id><published>2007-10-01T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:23:53.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ihip ng hangin (the company, iucc youth choir version)^^</title><content type='html'>May binubulong ang ihip ng hangin&lt;br /&gt;May sinasabing napaka lambing&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalakad sa tabi ng dagat&lt;br /&gt;Pangalan mo'y binubulong ng ihip ng hangin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May humahaplos sa puso ko ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Alaala mong dala-dala ng alon&lt;br /&gt;Habang minamasdan paglubog ng araw&lt;br /&gt;Alaala mo'y humahaplos sa puso ko ngayon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ka man sa aking piling&lt;br /&gt;Nadarama ko pa rin&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig mo, nadarama pa rin&lt;br /&gt;Sa ihip ng hangin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalakad sa tabi ng dagat&lt;br /&gt;Pangalan mo'y binubulong ng ihip ng hangin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-4679887575177160990?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4679887575177160990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=4679887575177160990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/4679887575177160990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/4679887575177160990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/10/ihip-ng-hangin-company-iucc-youth-choir.html' title='ihip ng hangin (the company, iucc youth choir version)^^'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-2257300491060778142</id><published>2007-05-28T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T11:04:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hands..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hands touch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;warmth overflowa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anxiety goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hands feel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;felicity arises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;coldness recesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hands hold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;rapture agitates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;forever awaits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-2257300491060778142?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2257300491060778142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=2257300491060778142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;watching over us and making us talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;with a sliver of light all things vanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;only you and me with time to lavish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the moon travels as we gently sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;gliding with us as we run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;from all the worries this big world offers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and the judgments we get from all the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the moon shines as we stride along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;glimmering at us as the night sings its song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;with eternity looming beneath the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we move forwrd to our hearts' desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-2571283934893797759?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2571283934893797759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=2571283934893797759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2571283934893797759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Skills:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doesyourenglishcutthemustardquiz/english.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar: 100%&lt;br /&gt;Punctuation: 100%&lt;br /&gt;Spelling: 80%&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulary: 0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doesyourenglishcutthemustardquiz/"&gt;Does Your English Cut the Mustard?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;akalain mong teacher ako...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-3634142706433095182?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3634142706433095182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=3634142706433095182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/3634142706433095182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/3634142706433095182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/05/grammar-100.html' title='grammar? 100%?'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-6695741432337869836</id><published>2007-05-20T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:34:09.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when he cries..hmm..</title><content type='html'>when he cries at night&lt;br /&gt;and he doesn't think that i can hear him&lt;br /&gt;he tries to hide&lt;br /&gt;all the fears he feels inside&lt;br /&gt;so i pray this time&lt;br /&gt;i can be the girl that he deserves&lt;br /&gt;cause i die a little each time&lt;br /&gt;when he cries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-6695741432337869836?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6695741432337869836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=6695741432337869836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/6695741432337869836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/6695741432337869836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-he-crieshmm.html' title='when he cries..hmm..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-5538882979781377946</id><published>2007-05-12T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:53:54.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saksi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;walang nakasaksi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sa pagtitig mo sa 'kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;na tila wala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;nang bukas na darating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;walang nakakita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sa malagkit mong tingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;na pilit pinakakaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ang aking damdamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;walang nakasaksi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sa iyong kalungkutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;na dala marahil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;nang iyong paglisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;walang nakarinig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sa mga salitang binitawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;na tila hindi na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;muling mapakikinggan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;walang nakasaksi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sa paghawak ng 'yong kamay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;na tila wala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;nang sa 'ki'y aalalay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;walang nakaramdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ng haplos na 'yong alay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sa natitirang pag-asang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sa 'yong tabi mahihimlay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;walang nakasaksi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sa ating nadarama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;na tila hindi na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;maaring paghiwalayin pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;walang nakasaksi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sa ating dalawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ngunit tanging ang buwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;at kumikinang na tala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-5538882979781377946?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5538882979781377946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=5538882979781377946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/5538882979781377946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/5538882979781377946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/05/saksi.html' title='saksi'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-3839630386583858129</id><published>2007-05-06T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:59:16.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swollen..</title><content type='html'>i ask the rain&lt;br /&gt;to wash it off&lt;br /&gt;but it all stays tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are swollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plead to the wind&lt;br /&gt;to blow them away&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are swollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i beg the sun&lt;br /&gt;to dry it all up&lt;br /&gt;but it just won't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are swollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bid goodbye&lt;br /&gt;to end my pain&lt;br /&gt;but screaming tears remain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-3839630386583858129?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3839630386583858129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=3839630386583858129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/3839630386583858129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/3839630386583858129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/05/swollen.html' title='swollen..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-2755342630942234786</id><published>2007-05-05T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:27:32.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>endless..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;bleeding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;endless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;not for anyone but you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;not for anything but your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;weeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;for something unknown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;for someone in the shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;eternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;of pain and solitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;of surrender to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-2755342630942234786?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2755342630942234786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=2755342630942234786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2755342630942234786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/2755342630942234786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/05/endless.html' title='endless..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-3601673555182175848</id><published>2007-05-05T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:23:48.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it bleeds in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;as the blade comes through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;taking everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;i have of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;trying to be numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;as blood emerges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;enduring the agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;your departure induces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;in my solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;memories keep coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;my heart bleeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;as tears continue flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-3601673555182175848?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3601673555182175848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=3601673555182175848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://media.imeem.com/m/lrzYsRuq9k/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/lrzYsRuq9k/aus=false/" height="80" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just own u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-8539159136791156511?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8539159136791156511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=8539159136791156511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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arte. hi. nemo. chenelyn. takbo. tago. isip. isip-bata. isda. tulala. bulagta. text. adik. sabunot. bruha. ewan. tambay. tuliro. tanong. akyat. takot. sira ulo. marshmallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-1544890814739103475?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1544890814739103475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=1544890814739103475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/1544890814739103475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/1544890814739103475'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYOYr5sIm58/Rj2BuJ6zgPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8XQDawpedko/s200/l_6a1b537f26405f4823d6d6f7c68f1b43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;what happened to my bear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-7679180501754006442?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7679180501754006442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=7679180501754006442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/7679180501754006442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/7679180501754006442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/05/beary-essence-of-it.html' title='the beary essence of it..!'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yYOYr5sIm58/Rj2BuJ6zgPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8XQDawpedko/s72-c/l_6a1b537f26405f4823d6d6f7c68f1b43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-598811643194230490</id><published>2007-04-27T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T15:53:51.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't believe it's red!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="150" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Psyche is Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpsychequiz/red.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bright, bold, energetic, and intense.&lt;br /&gt;Your upbeat, zany energy inspires those who are down.&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous and playful, you also have a courageous and fearless side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are too red: you are angry, overprotective, and truly scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-598811643194230490?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/598811643194230490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=598811643194230490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/598811643194230490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/598811643194230490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cant-believe-its-red.html' title='i can&apos;t believe it&apos;s red!'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-5390758777903603827</id><published>2007-04-26T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:44:35.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if someone's waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and you're waiting for somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who's more stupid..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;perhaps you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-5390758777903603827?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5390758777903603827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=5390758777903603827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/5390758777903603827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/5390758777903603827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/04/perhaps-you.html' title='perhaps you..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-4981006732656494014</id><published>2007-04-26T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:33:34.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only reminds me of you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wallpapers1.com/images/cute-wallpapers/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wallpapers1.com/images/cute-wallpapers/15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I see you beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it's only a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a vision of what used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the laughter, the sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;pictures in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;fading to memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;how could I ever let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;is it too late to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I tried to run from your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but each place I hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it only reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when I turn out all the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;even the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it only reminds me of you.. you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I needed my freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that's what I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but I was a fool to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;my heart cried while you cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rivers of tears but I was too blind to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;everything we've been though before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;now it means so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I tried to run from your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but each place I hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it only reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When it turn out all the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;even the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it only reminds me of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;only you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;so come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;can't you see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;how could I ever let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;is it too late to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I tried to run from your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but each place I hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it only reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;when it turn out all the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;even the night it only reminds me of you... you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Only reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-4981006732656494014?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4981006732656494014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=4981006732656494014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/4981006732656494014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/4981006732656494014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/04/only-reminds-me-of-you.html' title='only reminds me of you...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-9000202878205095406</id><published>2007-04-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:33:01.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here waiting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wallpapers1.com/images/cute-wallpapers/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wallpapers1.com/images/cute-wallpapers/14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oceans apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hear your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I see you next to never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How can we stay forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I took for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That I thought would last somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hear the laughter and I taste the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh can you see it baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wonder how we can survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This romance, but in the end if I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll take the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll be right here waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Whatever you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Where ever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm never leavin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll be right here waiting, for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-9000202878205095406?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/9000202878205095406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=9000202878205095406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/9000202878205095406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/9000202878205095406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2007/04/oceans-apart-day-after-day-and-i-slowly.html' title='right here waiting..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-115802399357526387</id><published>2006-09-12T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T09:19:53.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bright as i may be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;forever i may seem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i fail to compare to her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;unassuming as i may feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eternal i may seem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't complete you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-115802399357526387?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/115802399357526387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=115802399357526387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/115802399357526387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/115802399357526387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2006/09/incomplete.html' title='incomplete..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-115675136788411742</id><published>2006-08-28T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:53:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alive...and kicking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;The day will end today&lt;br /&gt;You come to change the truth&lt;br /&gt;Forget it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I”ll never be a man&lt;br /&gt;So take it as i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me alive&lt;br /&gt;Make me suffer&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Just leave me in the rain&lt;br /&gt;My life is in the drain&lt;br /&gt;I'll seek your love forever&lt;br /&gt;I beg not a different game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I”ll never be a man&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me as i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Make me alive&lt;br /&gt;Make me suffer&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-115675136788411742?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/115675136788411742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=115675136788411742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/115675136788411742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/115675136788411742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2006/08/aliveand-kicking.html' title='alive...and kicking..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-115587483209420150</id><published>2006-08-18T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:20:32.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if..</title><content type='html'>like the moon that guards my night..&lt;br /&gt;like the stars that stay at watch..&lt;br /&gt;like the air that gives me life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i too shall guard you..&lt;br /&gt;i too shall stay at watch..&lt;br /&gt;i too shall give you life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you will me to..&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-115587483209420150?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/115587483209420150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=115587483209420150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/115587483209420150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/115587483209420150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2006/08/if.html' title='if..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-114802806298330396</id><published>2006-05-19T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:41:02.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>none..</title><content type='html'>they're taking over me..&lt;br /&gt;the empty spaces..&lt;br /&gt;the shallow waters of the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am consumed..&lt;br /&gt;by tremors..&lt;br /&gt;by seizures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing..&lt;br /&gt;ever bothers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one..&lt;br /&gt;ever understands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not one..&lt;br /&gt;ever feels..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-114802806298330396?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/114802806298330396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=114802806298330396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/114802806298330396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/114802806298330396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2006/05/none.html' title='none..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-114801313193913776</id><published>2006-05-19T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T12:32:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unknown language..</title><content type='html'>i speak&lt;br /&gt;of a different language..&lt;br /&gt;of a different world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear&lt;br /&gt;different voices..&lt;br /&gt;different songs of haunting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel&lt;br /&gt;different people..&lt;br /&gt;different faces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot see&lt;br /&gt;anything..&lt;br /&gt;the language&lt;br /&gt;that is looming over me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-114801313193913776?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/114801313193913776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=114801313193913776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/114801313193913776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/114801313193913776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2006/05/unknown-language_19.html' title='unknown language..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-114784093466104045</id><published>2006-05-17T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T12:33:12.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 minutes</title><content type='html'>in 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;my life transcends&lt;br /&gt;all definite ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;a new day begins&lt;br /&gt;but nothing remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;earth ceases moving&lt;br /&gt;i would stop pretending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-114784093466104045?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/114784093466104045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=114784093466104045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/114784093466104045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/114784093466104045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2006/05/10-minutes.html' title='10 minutes'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-114353805589427178</id><published>2006-03-28T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:28:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>officially unemployed...</title><content type='html'>i wish i can dance..&lt;br /&gt;to whatever music..&lt;br /&gt;wherever..&lt;br /&gt;whenever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacedirect.com" target="_new" title="Click here for MySpace Pictures and Images"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myspacedirect.com/media/funny/18.gif" alt="MySpace Funny Pictures" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can cry..&lt;br /&gt;for joy and pain..&lt;br /&gt;today..&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacedirect.com" target="_new" title="Click here for MySpace Pictures and Images"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myspacedirect.com/media/funny/58.gif" alt="MySpace Funny Pictures" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can be free..&lt;br /&gt;and get wildly insane..&lt;br /&gt;like now..&lt;br /&gt;like never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacedirect.com" target="_new" title="Click here for MySpace Pictures and Images"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.myspacedirect.com/media/funny/65.gif" alt="MySpace Funny Pictures" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-114353805589427178?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/114353805589427178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=114353805589427178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/114353805589427178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/114353805589427178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2006/03/officially-unemployed.html' title='officially unemployed...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-112442872996640794</id><published>2005-08-19T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:22:21.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know.. it suits me.. really..</title><content type='html'>mah current obssession...&lt;br /&gt;c'mon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come a little closer &lt;br /&gt;flicker in flight &lt;br /&gt;we'll have about an inch's space &lt;br /&gt;but i'm here i can breathe in &lt;br /&gt;what you breathe out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know if i'm doing this right &lt;br /&gt;let me know if my grip's too tight &lt;br /&gt;let me know if i can stay all of my life &lt;br /&gt;let me know if dreams can come true &lt;br /&gt;let me know if this one's your's too &lt;br /&gt;coz' i see it &lt;br /&gt;and i feel it right here &lt;br /&gt;and i feel you right here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vacuous night &lt;br /&gt;steps aside to give meaning &lt;br /&gt;to gemini's dreaming &lt;br /&gt;the moon on its back &lt;br /&gt;and the seemingly &lt;br /&gt;veiled room's lit &lt;br /&gt;by the same star &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know if i'm doing this right &lt;br /&gt;let me know if my grip's too tight &lt;br /&gt;let me know if i can stay all of my life &lt;br /&gt;let me know if dreams can come true &lt;br /&gt;let me know if this one's your's too &lt;br /&gt;coz' i see it &lt;br /&gt;and i feel it right here &lt;br /&gt;and i feel you right here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-112442872996640794?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/112442872996640794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=112442872996640794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/112442872996640794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/112442872996640794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-know-it-suits-me-really.html' title='i know.. it suits me.. really..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-112030253473927937</id><published>2005-07-02T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T19:08:54.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three months..</title><content type='html'>three months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is all there is&lt;br /&gt;to spend each day with you,&lt;br /&gt;to make you smile and see you never blue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is all i have&lt;br /&gt;to let you know i'm here,&lt;br /&gt;to make the most of the past year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is all that's remaining&lt;br /&gt;to show you off to the world,&lt;br /&gt;to prove you'r purer than gold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i give up&lt;br /&gt;and face solitude at hand,&lt;br /&gt;and accept the reprimand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i let go&lt;br /&gt;and fade into thin air,&lt;br /&gt;and conceal in a nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;before i give you up..&lt;br /&gt;before i let you go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-112030253473927937?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/112030253473927937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=112030253473927937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/112030253473927937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/112030253473927937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/07/three-months.html' title='three months..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111978077025092564</id><published>2005-06-22T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:12:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minsan</title><content type='html'>Minsan&lt;br /&gt;Sa kawalan&lt;br /&gt;Kapayapaan&lt;br /&gt;Hindi maramdaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan&lt;br /&gt;Sa kadiliman&lt;br /&gt;Hinahanapan&lt;br /&gt;Ng masasandalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan&lt;br /&gt;Sa kalungkutan&lt;br /&gt;Binibihisan&lt;br /&gt;Ang kinatatakutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan&lt;br /&gt;Sa kinatatayuan&lt;br /&gt;Binabasbasan&lt;br /&gt;Ang kamatayan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111978077025092564?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111978077025092564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111978077025092564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111978077025092564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111978077025092564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/06/minsan.html' title='minsan'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111978025432779879</id><published>2005-06-22T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:09:15.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seasons</title><content type='html'>the moon is full and the winds are blowing&lt;br /&gt;the sound of your voice in my mind is echoing&lt;br /&gt;as leaves of the sycamore can’t stop falling&lt;br /&gt;seasons change but you continue haunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stars are dim and snow is falling&lt;br /&gt;it’s your name that my heart keeps calling&lt;br /&gt;as frogs and toads go on leaping&lt;br /&gt;seasons change but you continue returning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is burning and the light is beaming&lt;br /&gt;your face, like a picture, is all I’m seeing&lt;br /&gt;as waves of the ocean come rushing&lt;br /&gt;seasons change but you continue staying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sky is blue and the flowers are blooming&lt;br /&gt;the pain and heartache you still bring&lt;br /&gt;as nature’s birds are chirping and singing&lt;br /&gt;seasons change but I continue hurting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111978025432779879?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111978025432779879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111978025432779879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Constant drops of rain&lt;br /&gt;Burn my shivering soul&lt;br /&gt;Like fire full of coal&lt;br /&gt;Pain and misery fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocking shards of glass&lt;br /&gt;Pierce through my being&lt;br /&gt;The winds of summer and spring&lt;br /&gt;Break free from the hurting sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revealing spots of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Bring the glorious sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Of life in quarantine&lt;br /&gt;Death comes to mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111978042543352547?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111978042543352547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111978042543352547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;i&gt;sabay sa paglaya ng ating mga puso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na wala nang totoo&lt;br /&gt;kundi ikaw at ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bukas na lang kita mamahalin..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukas&lt;br /&gt;ang tanging lunas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111849629689661270?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111849629689661270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111849629689661270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111849629689661270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;i am alone..&lt;br /&gt;yet you're holding my hand..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111849573965419828?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111849573965419828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111849573965419828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111849573965419828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111849573965419828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/06/paranoia.html' 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now..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God willed us to meet&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't we make use of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we can work it out..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your promises are left waiting&lt;br /&gt;so am i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't go..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111839757345795750?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111839757345795750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111839757345795750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111839757345795750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111839757345795750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-go.html' title='don&apos;t go'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111813730899402086</id><published>2005-06-07T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:41:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have written so..</title><content type='html'>I will write a thousand letters of love for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought forth by the rivers to the farthest ends of the earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you &lt;br /&gt;until I have endured the test of time,&lt;br /&gt;until pain has left me numb in waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as time permits my love to go on haunting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111813730899402086?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111813730899402086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111813730899402086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111813730899402086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111813730899402086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-written-so.html' title='i have written so..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111813541682214302</id><published>2005-06-07T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:10:16.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should have been a manghuhula...</title><content type='html'>mah very first prophecy..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. a week before the prom?&lt;br /&gt;ewan maybe days before...&lt;br /&gt;basta... its feb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;March 23, 2012. I rushed to the airport Tuesday afternoon because my plane was about to leave for Philippines at3 pm. It was almost 2:53 in the afternoon and I was waiting in the lounge when I heard someone calling my name from behind. I turned to see the ever-famous couple, Joe Vincent Ericta and Graciela Candelaria, smiling at me, accompanied by Shirlwin Ann Margaret Daylisan. Ciela mouthed a warm “Hi” and handed me an envelope. I found out that they are getting married and Sam is their wedding coordinator. Meanwhile Pastor David Calasan will be the officiating minister. We headed towards the departure area, and then parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I boarded the plane, two stewardesses welcomed the passengers. I recognized them as Sunshine Morales and Beverly Joy Avillanosa. We smiled at each other, then I went on to look for my plane seat. Just then, Capt. Karen Naquita entered together with her crew. I was surprised to see Sanders Herrera walking behind her as the assistant pilot. Sunshine immediately came up to me and offered me a can of Coke. We had a chat and I learned from her that Mary Grace Acuesta, Marie Junn Alfafara and Shirley Dyanne Wang are the owners of S-club Airlines, the plane I was now boarding. Another stewardess passed by and she handed me a couple of magazines. I immediately recognized the Vogue cover girl. It was the once chubby Shiella Sheryll Orozco, wearing a slinky turquoise midriff top and a button-down skirt from Chan’s Collection, designed by world-class fashion artists Chan Mi Park and Desiree de Lemos. I leafed through the pages and saw more shots of Shiella in her own house. I was amazed with its European architectural design, but it even surprised me to discover that the house was designed by Arlene Gayeta, batch 2002’s student council secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder, then I saw Ma. Jolly Anne Mereria smiling at me. She informed me that she was coming back to the Philippines from a business trip in France. I decided to check out the Time magazine the stewardess gave me. The front page news about a new planet discovered by well-known astronomer, Cicely Frances David, really fascinated me. The planet was named Nyx for its dark nightly color. I turned to the special features section and a pretty lady was posted there. It was none other than Karen Ann Pakingan. She was a veterinarian who owned and took care of a dog, a cat, a sparrow, and a mouse in her house. Just then, my seatmate, who looked like a 10-year-old girl, began yapping at me. She asked me if I have already read Futago, the manga she was reading. It looked like Japanese anime but as I looked at the back cover, I found out that the creators were Filpinos, and they were Peter Art Salanatin, Julie Angela Aguilar and Sherrie Diane Elizalde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a quick nap and as I woke up, the plane was already landing. I rode a cab on my way to the hotel. Right then, I spotted a nearby clinic operated by doctors Abigail Tablante, Eulanie Benitez, Zierlyn Taller and Lovely Ann Tumlos. The cab driver brought me to the West Coast Hotel, which was, according to him, corporately owned by Jonah Cababaro, Kelvin Tizon, Jomel Sam Bernal and Gerard Anthony Betco, with major stockholders, Rambel John Gandionco and Cherith Andrae Hernandez. The bellboy accompanied me to my suite on the thirteenth floor. I decided to watch TV for a while and turned it to ANC,. I could hardly believe my eyes because Leonell de Leon was the newscaster. Looks like history is repeating itself! According to the news, the former president was ousted and Jermaine Jeffrey Quizon replaced him due to the people’s request at EDSA 4. On the sports news, Taekwondo athlete Neil Gem Palad won 3 golds in the recently held Olympics in Greece. Daniel Victor Colcol, a skateboard athlete bagged the first prize in the X-Games, held in California, USA. Meanwhile, Edward Gono and Dan Kristian Ahillon’s breakthrough computer application that enables verbally given commands to be converted electronically in the Internet was featured. I tuned in to another channel and watched Prince Robby Cosio host a reality game show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go out and roam around the vicinity of the hotel. I saw an eye-catching bar nearby and thought of going in. The guard assured me that Jive n Java was the hottest party spot in the city, owned by Jean Marie Llegue, Bernadette Jane Avillanosa and Juan Carlo Ibañez. “On stage: JMC back2back with NOIZ” was written on the billboard. I went in and saw John Merrill Peña, Mark Enerson Belen and Cyril Lance Villaruel playing their instruments with Jean Marie as their vocalist. After their number, Amer Mohammad Abdul Hafeez, Francis Raphael Nuguit, David Ralph Olisea, Renan del Rosario and Alvin Tablante entered the stage as NOIZ. All of them were just fabulous! I was about to go back to the hotel when I bumped into Miguel Radin and Angela Joy Mercado. I noticed the engagement rings on their fingers and realized they were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back, I instantly recognized Simon Filio talking to a guard. I learned that he owned Angel Café, a computer center a few blocks away from the bar. As I entered the hotel, a young lady handed me a flyer on an upcoming play directed by Susan Grace de Leon, featuring Caryl Vi Ocampo and Abel Meneses as lead stars. The title, Heaven Out of Reach, seemed interesting so I thought of watching it the next night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! It was really a tiresome day and my eyes were really heavy when I reached my suite. I immediately fell asleep and when I woke up, I was still in my room, realizing all that happened was just a good dream.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111813541682214302?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111813541682214302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111813541682214302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111813541682214302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111813541682214302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/06/should-have-been-manghuhula.html' title='should have been a manghuhula...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111813447684424823</id><published>2005-06-07T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T16:54:36.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bespren, u there?</title><content type='html'>bespren,,&lt;br /&gt;nkuha ko un chords..&lt;br /&gt;ansaya noh.. d2 ko pa pinost.&lt;br /&gt;di kze ma open friendster d2, and d ko lam e-add mo,&lt;br /&gt;u dnt mind tellin me, do u?&lt;br /&gt;eniweiz, here's u and me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro - G // C // G/F# // G/B // Em // D // C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G           C&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;G/F#       G/B&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;     Em          D         C&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive.&lt;br /&gt;G            C&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up&lt;br /&gt;   G/F#         G/B&lt;br /&gt;And I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;           Em   D&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing &lt;br /&gt; C&lt;br /&gt;So much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     G       C&lt;br /&gt;Cause' it's you and me,&lt;br /&gt;    G/B&lt;br /&gt;And all other people&lt;br /&gt;     C          G&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;C          D&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     G       C&lt;br /&gt;Cause' it's you and me,&lt;br /&gt;    G/B&lt;br /&gt;And all other people,&lt;br /&gt;    C            G&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;  C             D           C&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G          C&lt;br /&gt;What other things &lt;br /&gt;    G/F#     G/B&lt;br /&gt;That I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Em          D          C&lt;br /&gt;Just aren't coming out right.&lt;br /&gt;   G            C&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words,&lt;br /&gt;      G/F#         G/B&lt;br /&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;  Em          D          C&lt;br /&gt;I don't where to go from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;            G       C&lt;br /&gt;Cause' it's you and me,&lt;br /&gt;    G/B&lt;br /&gt;And all other people &lt;br /&gt;      C         G&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;     C         D&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         G       C&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me,&lt;br /&gt;   G/B&lt;br /&gt;And all other people,&lt;br /&gt;    C            G&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;  C             D           C&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em      C&lt;br /&gt;Something about you now,&lt;br /&gt;G       G/B          C&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out,&lt;br /&gt;Em                     D&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Em                     C   C/D   Cm  C/D&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     G       C&lt;br /&gt;Cause' it's you and me,&lt;br /&gt;    G/B&lt;br /&gt;And all other people&lt;br /&gt;     C          G&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;C          D&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  G       C&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me,&lt;br /&gt;    G/B&lt;br /&gt;And all other people,&lt;br /&gt;    C            G&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;  C             D           G&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    C&lt;br /&gt;and me,&lt;br /&gt;    G/B&lt;br /&gt;And all other people &lt;br /&gt;      C         G&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;     C         D&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         G       C&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me,&lt;br /&gt;   G/B&lt;br /&gt;And all other people,&lt;br /&gt;    C            G&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;  C             D           C&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G           C&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;G/F#       G/B&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;     Em          D         C&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111813447684424823?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111813447684424823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111813447684424823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111813447684424823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111813447684424823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/06/bespren-u-there.html' title='bespren, u there?'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111770279477924196</id><published>2005-06-02T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T16:59:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luha</title><content type='html'>mali ang akala&lt;br /&gt;ng pusong umaasa&lt;br /&gt;hindi na titila&lt;br /&gt;pag-agos ng luha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigil ang tawa&lt;br /&gt;sakit ang dala&lt;br /&gt;sa mga napala&lt;br /&gt;sapat na bang lumuha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa bawat dusa&lt;br /&gt;ligaw ang saya&lt;br /&gt;wala nang pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;ubos na ang luha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111770279477924196?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111770279477924196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111770279477924196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111770279477924196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111770279477924196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/06/luha.html' title='Luha'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111770350909504000</id><published>2005-06-02T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:19:31.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cried a tear..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i cried a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;the most precious and true&lt;br /&gt;not one ever knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;just as mornings offer a dew&lt;br /&gt;i feel it seeping through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;the least a hurting heart can do&lt;br /&gt;if only i didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;a single one and never two&lt;br /&gt;enduring till time is through&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i cried last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried because of what i found out..&lt;br /&gt;i cried because i would never ever have the courage to face it,&lt;br /&gt;it was right in front of my face but hell,&lt;br /&gt;i can never accept it for myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried because i couldn't change things quickly..&lt;br /&gt;i cried because i can't do anything about it,&lt;br /&gt;as much as i wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if god wasn't allowing me to act..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried because i was hurting..&lt;br /&gt;i cried because it still aches,&lt;br /&gt;the falling of tears was inevitable,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried for that one thing i could never have..&lt;br /&gt;numbness..&lt;br /&gt;so i wouldn't have to cry again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111770350909504000?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111770350909504000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111770350909504000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111770350909504000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111770350909504000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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luha sa akin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111770384933718987?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111770384933718987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111770384933718987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111770384933718987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111770384933718987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/sugat.html' title='sugat'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111812793421903647</id><published>2005-05-20T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:05:34.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yakap... nino?</title><content type='html'>sa iyong paghihintay&lt;br /&gt;na sa sakit ay mawalay&lt;br /&gt;dalhin mo'ng aking kamay&lt;br /&gt;na sayo'y gagabay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa gulo ng mundo&lt;br /&gt;sa sakit na dama mo&lt;br /&gt;nasa tabi mo ako&lt;br /&gt;magpupunas ng luha mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa pait ng 'yong buhay&lt;br /&gt;ibabalik ko ang kulay&lt;br /&gt;upang bigyang alay&lt;br /&gt;puso mong nakaratay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung hindi mo maitago&lt;br /&gt;damhin mo ang yakap ko&lt;br /&gt;kung gusto mong lumayo&lt;br /&gt;damhin mo ang yakap ko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111812793421903647?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111812793421903647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111812793421903647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111812793421903647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111812793421903647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/yakap-nino.html' title='yakap... nino?'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111813624104899150</id><published>2005-05-19T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:30:57.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nag-iisang tala</title><content type='html'>naghihintay sa pagbaba&lt;br /&gt;habang guinugunita&lt;br /&gt;bawat alaala&lt;br /&gt;ng nag-iisang tala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humiling ng himala&lt;br /&gt;mula sa lumikha&lt;br /&gt;puno ng pag-asa&lt;br /&gt;ang nag-iisang tala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa paanong sumpa&lt;br /&gt;biglang nawala&lt;br /&gt;liwanag na dala&lt;br /&gt;ng nag-iisang tala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nilamon ng tadhana&lt;br /&gt;wala nang natira&lt;br /&gt;dinaluyan ng luha&lt;br /&gt;ang nag-iisang tala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111813624104899150?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111813624104899150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111813624104899150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111813624104899150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111813624104899150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/nag-iisang-tala.html' title='nag-iisang tala'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111599056045798689</id><published>2005-05-14T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:26:33.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Guys Like That You're Fun&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl guys brag about knowing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're cool, funny, and laid back&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're smart enough to know how to be one of the guys&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But flirty enough to know how to make them all want you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/guyslikequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do Guys Like About You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/you-are-fun.jpg" alt="" width="150" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111599056045798689?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111599056045798689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111599056045798689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111599056045798689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111599056045798689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/great.html' title='great..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111598983301672503</id><published>2005-05-13T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:10:33.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahaha..funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/professional-girlfriend.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are A Professional Girlfriend!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/girlfriendquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind Of Girlfriend Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111598983301672503?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111598983301672503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111598983301672503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111598983301672503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111598983301672503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/wahahafunny.html' title='wahaha..funny...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111598911671475073</id><published>2005-05-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:58:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of course, im right brained..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/right.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Right Brained In Love&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of a drama queen&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peacemaker, first to end a fight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at thinking up creative dates&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tend to fall in love and get hurt easily&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going with your gut instead of your head&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emphathetic and caring, sometimes to a fault&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at recognizing patterns in relationships&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love many times, perhaps too many to count&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildly passionate and intense when falling in love&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous with relationships, going with the flow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overly visual - can play back past dates like movies in your mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses, love poems, and stuffed animals are a good start to winning your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/rightorleftquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You Right Brained or Left Brained in Love? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111598911671475073?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111598911671475073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111598911671475073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111598911671475073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111598911671475073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-course-im-right-brained.html' title='of course, im right brained..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111598876892610991</id><published>2005-05-13T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:52:48.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i juz love these quizzes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/adventurous-date.jpg" border="0" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You are an Adventurous Date&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating philosophy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it sounds good, go for it"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What haven't you done on a date? You're into creating an extreme, memorable experience.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're spontaneous enough to be up for almost anything - even jumping out of a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys to look for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men who share your love of thrills and adventure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's backpacking through Thailand,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or whitewater rafting in the scariest rapids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/kinddatequiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Date Are You? &lt;br /&gt;Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111598876892610991?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111598876892610991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111598876892610991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111598876892610991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111598876892610991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-juz-love-these-quizzes.html' title='i juz love these quizzes..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111598815901842795</id><published>2005-05-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:42:39.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl next door? wahehe..kinda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are the Girl Next Door!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're caring, warm, and the girl that nice guys want to marry.&lt;br /&gt;Uncomplicated and simple, you've got an easy going attitude guys love.&lt;br /&gt;But this doesn't mean you're dull - far from it!&lt;br /&gt;You're a great conversationalist, and you're an expert at living the good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/kindgirlquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/girl-next-door.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111598815901842795?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111598815901842795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111598815901842795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111598815901842795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111598815901842795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/girl-next-door-wahehekinda.html' title='girl next door? wahehe..kinda!'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111598496271589313</id><published>2005-05-13T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:49:22.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the could have been prophecy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;it would have happened..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 3, 2014. After staying in Switzerland for nearly 8 years, I decided to go back to the Philippines after a very inspiring lecture of Philippine Ambassadress of Goodwill to Switzerland Karen Christine Vergara, where she pointed out the very essence of going back to your roots. Shortly after my cab ride, I decided to check-in on Lawn Tea Hotel co-owned by Mary Grace Lontoc and Ian Margarette Maclang, which I heard, was one of the top-rising hotels in the country.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, a young girl greeted me and asked me to buy tickets to a musical play entitled Struggle of the Stars, under Shirley Mae Lingal’s Mauve Productions. I made up my mind to buy one and looked at the ticket. The series of play has already started yesterday and will last until tomorrow. Angelito Aniag directed it and Isah Veronica Angue will portray the role of Ana Walker, the star of the play, and will be supported by the PhilHarmonic Orchestra, in which Elizabeth Nillos is incorporated, on the background.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a much larger poster and decided to give attention to it. The money that will be accumulated will be for the benefit of the Binibining Pilipinas Charities under the preeminence of Krizia Anne Tenazas and Gina Karla Fallarme. The choreographs were under the supervision of Renee Jane Resurreccion and Cherrie Vee Azur, while the ballet steps were taught by Lorena Marie Pulido. Maria Laurene Naval’s recording company will provide for the sound system and international designer, Larni Topacio, owner of the famous Pink-o-lette boutique, in partnership with Lovely Joy Reyes, created the costumes. Meanwhile, Avroni, the most popular make-up boutique in the country, owned by Glaiza Janeth Tolentino and Vanessa Reserva, will be the sponsor for make-ups and prosthetics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to retire to my suite early that evening after a news program where newscaster Anna Liza de Mesa reported the worsening feud between Congresswoman Reina Mae Mayor and Inquirer columnist and House Speaker Michael Calibara, because of the involvement of Atty. Lourdes Maria Rita Aguila in the libel case. But a very fascinating talk show, hosted by Rapunzel Arnedo, caught my attention. It featured everything from foods to famous people, and just about anything under the sun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cieg’s owner, Ann Kristine Ciego, presented a cooking demonstration. An aerobics segment from admired gym experts Riodeza Vargas and Camille Pascasio aired afterwards. Later in the show, Rapunzel interviewed Presidential spokesperson, Christine Tumilba, about the Palace’s immediate plans for the year-end. In the meantime, their featured book for the week is Regina Tanio’s Treasury of Love Poems, which has sold over 150, 000 copies on its first week. Manga animator Michelle Cabria and Anime web designers Joanna Marie Macapagal and Nestle Mae Dueñas were hailed as anime heroines of the present time, based on SMS surveys and online polls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I woke up to the sound of the TV set, which, I just realized now, wasn’t turned off last night. A Fox News reporter was interviewing famous astronomer, Cicely Frances David for her surprising discovery of the planet Tres. Minutes later, I realized I was late for a brunch with my high school friends. On my way, I found myself dropping by at Dr. Maria Katrina dela Cruz’s dermatology clinic. Bb. Pilipinas 2009 runner-up Julienne Rwyda Valencia was one of her regular patients. Beside the clinic was a racecar center with some posters of Formula 1 racers, Vernadette Gelle and Angella Carla Galang on the front door.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, I went to RK Theater, owned by Karen Cunanan and Richelle Pareja, for the musical play. A crowd was already forming when I arrived. Tourism secretary Angelica Capuli was there, together with Albert Christopher Ferraren, Rose Ann Medina and Kimmi Mari Marajas, who were widely acclaimed nurses. Avant-garde Academy for the Arts Directress Avigail Hernandez was also present, accompanied by famed dance guru Nicole Martin Loza.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the play, the audience was greatly amazed by the performance. I, too, was awed. As I was about to go out, I heard a voice call me, “Miss Jeannie!” I looked back and saw a group of girls and guys smiling at me. I now realized that all of these wonderful people had been my students, Psychology section1, batch 2006. They have achieved a lot, contrasting to the degree they had pursued, but their oneness and unity still continues.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you honestly think it still could?? nah-uh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111598496271589313?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111598496271589313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111598496271589313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111598496271589313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111598496271589313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/could-have-been-prophecy.html' title='the could have been prophecy...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111589052417660933</id><published>2005-05-12T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:35:24.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destined..</title><content type='html'>I am searching for the man whom God has destined me to be with:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man who knows my past all too well to never repeat it before even meeting me; the man who shares the same insights I have about this world; the man who respects the differences of our beliefs in rarely important things we would soon encounter; the man who dwells with me both in my darkest days and his; the man who calls me his own as I would call him mine; the man who offers his love and freedom without expecting anything great in return; the man who thinks what is best for me even if it meant his own sacrifice; the man who stays with me to stand through life’s struggles and delight; the man who leaves his aches behind and sees his future with me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for that man who would risk his present happiness to be with me; who would dare cross shores and walk on flaming heat to find me; who would run away from time and transform the distances to one straight path leading to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for him, who would choose to spend eternity with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111589052417660933?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111589052417660933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111589052417660933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111589052417660933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111589052417660933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/destined.html' title='destined..'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111511723245585429</id><published>2005-05-03T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:47:12.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the incredibles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;just came home from a birthday party..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yep a children's party... mah cousin just turned one year old..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hehe! nice enough.. the kids were there and all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;shempre di nman ako mka2sama sa games.. which were, by the way, paulit ulit lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyway what i liked most about it is the toy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kala ko pa nman naubusan na ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;buti na lang the last one was given to my lola.. which she eventually gave me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ang qt kze eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then, grimace was there too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wehehe! at kung anu2 ang inabot nia sa mga kiddos there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;eh my pgka feeling pa c grimace..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kala mo nman danggwapo nia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;anyways.. he was sobrang pinagpapawisan.. and to think na kylangan nia magbihis pa ulet ng mcdo uniform nia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pero really i want that job..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;un para sa mga parties.. sana may hiring pa sa rob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dun lang ako interested eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;di ko pla nabanggit.. the incredibles un theme.. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ay me nalimutan ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ill be back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111511723245585429?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111511723245585429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111511723245585429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111511723245585429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111511723245585429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/05/incredibles.html' title='the incredibles...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111477257681283610</id><published>2005-04-29T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:04:59.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart safety ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10 Commandments of Food Safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;practice good personal hygiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;follow the HACCP procedure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;observe TTOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;churva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;churva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;churva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lahat na lang may commandments, may rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sa pagmamahal sayo, meron din ba? dahil kung meron, aba parang ang hirap ata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;parang un tipong papasok ka na lang sa trabaho, kailangan ibalot mo pa un uniform mo dahil malalagyan at mahahawaan ng bacteria. dapat ba ang puso tinatago at nilalayo sayo dahil mashadung prone sa sakit na binibigay mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;un tipong magwawalis ka at maglalampaso eh kailangan mo pang mag-apron at maghugas ng kamay pagkatapos, dapat ba may protective armor ako pag kasama ka para mawala un nararamdaman ko para sayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;di ka nga pwede humawak sa kahit anong parte ng katawan mo na labas ang flesh pag nasa food preparation at fast food island eh, no touch ba ang drama nating dalawa para di ko isiping may mutual understanding tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sa paghugas nga ng mga containers at kung anek-anek na lalagyan, kailangan may timpla, may tamang amount ng pot and pan cleaner at Quat sanitizer. dapat ba pagdating sau, may tamang timpla rin? hindi sobrang masaya para di mukang tanga; di sobrang malungkot, baka isipin papansin; di sobrang badtrip, baka akala adik-adik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kung may 10 commandments ang food safety, dapat nga talaga may commandments sa heart safety..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lalo na pag ikau ang mamahalin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111477257681283610?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111477257681283610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111477257681283610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111477257681283610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111477257681283610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/04/heart-safety-ba.html' title='heart safety ba?'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111467986307009228</id><published>2005-04-28T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:17:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't can't can't.. word of the day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;can't actually describe the feeling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ganun ba tlaga when u see sum1 u haven't seen for a long while.. as in un long while ba eh 2 weeks and 2 days na? shucks,, can't believe am actually missing that one person i shouldn't be thinking of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;hehe.. para kong bumabalik sa highschool days,, wahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;mga kilig moments and all,, nakakapraning noh.. anu ba toh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;anywayz, the feeling is just so right.. tpos nun nakita ko pa sha,,, gushie.. i can't help but smile.. at this time, can u juz imagine me smiling while saying.."badtrip ka talaga..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;that's actually it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;bakit badtrip? shempre kze i should have been apathetic and i should have shown him a sulken and morose face,, kso well, kahit hindi sha mukang clown at di sha un tipong magaling talaga magjoke.. he makes me smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;tpos whenever i see his supah gulong hair, and when i become aware kung ganu kalaki un pinayat nia kesa nun huli kaming nagkita, i can only mouth a.."ano ka ba? ang payat payat mo na!!! anu bang pinaggagagawa mo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and then he answers me with.."slim, hindi payat.." nah-uh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;like hell who cares? then he goes on boasting na nagweweights sha.. and i shouldnt worry too much... hayy... as much as i worry for his health, i try not to kze he's giving me the assurance na okei lang sha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;funny thing is,, im writing about him now even though i know i should maybe like hate him for a while because he cut off our communication for quite some time.. di kaya i had this instinct that he was trying to contact me last night kaya ko nagmissed call? proves me right... lagi nman ganun ngyayari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;and after he texted me, tada! all the hurt and the pain and the longing were... gone! can't understand myself really... my mind does hand stands and baby freezes whenever im reminded of him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;am soree but i can't help it anymore.. im just bursting with joy kasi i finally saw him.. haha! kung kelan pa nman i was telling da evry1 and all na "I'VE GOT TO MOVE ON... I SHOULDN'T WASTE MY PRECIOUS TIME HOPING HE WOULD REMEMBER ME.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;now i can't remember what my previous feeling was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111467986307009228?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111467986307009228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111467986307009228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111467986307009228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111467986307009228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/04/cant-cant-cant-word-of-day.html' title='can&apos;t can&apos;t can&apos;t.. word of the day?'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111467787630132980</id><published>2005-04-28T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:49:38.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooohh... its true actually</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;saw this sa kung san eh... haha! as in playful nman talaga ko eh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Men See You As Playful&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men want a challenge and you are the perfect playmate&lt;br /&gt;You know how to push men's buttons and attract a wide range of guys&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy living and loving - it's one of your most attractive qualities&lt;br /&gt;Men are often consumed with desire for you, and you love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Do Men See You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr2/see-playful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111467787630132980?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111467787630132980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111467787630132980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111467787630132980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111467787630132980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/04/ooohh-its-true-actually.html' title='ooohh... its true actually'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111425691295825637</id><published>2005-04-23T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T20:11:18.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeezz..i'll miss him...</title><content type='html'>makita ko lang un eyes nia tsaka un super messy hair nia, okei na.;)&lt;br /&gt;whaaaaaahhh....&lt;br /&gt;i won't be seeing much of him kze wala nang full house next week.&lt;br /&gt;ang saklap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jeongjihun.com/bbs/data/e_3album/100591007.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111425691295825637?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111425691295825637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111425691295825637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111425691295825637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111425691295825637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/04/jeezzill-miss-him.html' title='jeezz..i&apos;ll miss him...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111424482501803276</id><published>2005-04-23T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T16:27:05.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i survived the cut!</title><content type='html'>hay grabe,,&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang okei na un cut ko sa paa.. hehe! wud u believe i didn't put any medicine on it.. kze nman noh.. sakit talaga, nka2hiya man aminin, when i tried to put betadine on it last monday, i ended up crying.. di nman ngawa pero at least tears fell from my eyes.. o diba? cry nman un..&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah, i know i'm very fickle when it comes to medicine and all aorts of things related with wounds (including cuts, bruises, abrasions,et cetera, et cetera!), diseases, illnesses, clinics, hospitals, medicines.. basta lahat na! name it!&lt;br /&gt;you can't actually blame me.. hehe! but gradually im beginnin to enjoy hurting myself.. basta walong alcohol or betadine okei na sakin un..&lt;br /&gt;haha! thought of lau.. pangarap daw nia ma-ospital eh.. c mich nman, mapilay ang ultimate dream.. what do u think? shud i help them fulfill their dreams? i should noh! what are friends for? just wait lang mga bakla..&lt;br /&gt;next sem i'll help you..&lt;br /&gt;yan okei na!&lt;br /&gt;na download ko na!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111424482501803276?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111424482501803276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111424482501803276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111424482501803276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111424482501803276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-survived-cut_23.html' title='i survived the cut!'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111416925549345673</id><published>2005-04-22T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:38:58.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice to know i'm not that violent...;0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYOYr5sIm58/RjCBM56zgOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f9ceqTOtb-8/s1600-h/1112530849_uizB_magic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYOYr5sIm58/RjCBM56zgOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f9ceqTOtb-8/s200/1112530849_uizB_magic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057684440242946274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You kill with magic.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very skilled with magic, but have poor&lt;br /&gt;fighting skills. But it doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;anyway since it can be as powerful as other&lt;br /&gt;weapons. You are probably missunderstood by&lt;br /&gt;people and have some pain inside you. You are&lt;br /&gt;not the kind of person to start a fight, but if&lt;br /&gt;you are provocted you respond. You probably&lt;br /&gt;don't have that many friends either though you&lt;br /&gt;might want some. According to you life is a&lt;br /&gt;lonely journey and you try not to care to much.&lt;br /&gt;Most people who are witches or anything similar&lt;br /&gt;is thought to be evil and want to see all&lt;br /&gt;people suffer. That however is not true. You&lt;br /&gt;don't feel that much joy seeing others in pain.&lt;br /&gt;You are probably peaceful and quiet when left&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main weapon:&lt;/b&gt; Potions and spells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "A man can be destroyed but&lt;br /&gt;not defeated" -Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facial expression:&lt;/b&gt; Blank eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Killer%20Are%20You%3F%20%5Bcool%20pictures%5D/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111416925549345673?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111416925549345673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111416925549345673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111416925549345673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111416925549345673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/04/nice-to-know-im-not-that-violent0.html' title='nice to know i&apos;m not that violent...;0'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yYOYr5sIm58/RjCBM56zgOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/f9ceqTOtb-8/s72-c/1112530849_uizB_magic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111416680253677119</id><published>2005-04-22T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T18:58:32.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter to the one...</title><content type='html'>i was scanning through my old files,, then i came across this one..&lt;br /&gt;bigay ng bez ko to...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me.. if like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other? Many times, I thought I finally found you, only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. I get up each morning, hoping, dreaming, longing to meet you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of how we will meet.. Would it be as romantic as the ones I have seen in the movies? Or is it possible that I have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? Oh, how I wish you were right here, right now, because you are the only one who has the answers to all my questions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask myself if I have ever really known love. I do not have the answer to that question either but I believe, more often than not, we will never really know what love is until we find the right person, and since I have not found you yet, then maybe I do not really know what love is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don’t know how often I dream of finally knowing what it feels like to be in your arms. Even at this very moment, I am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet. Perhaps I would be drawn to you by your smile, or your eyes, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh by your silly little ways.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not really know or am not sure but I am praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. I think of all the pain that I have gone through in the past and of how much I have cried since the day I began my search. I just wanted you to know that I find my strength in clinging on to my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me – the life I shall spend with you. In my mind and in my heart, I know that you are worth all that pain and sacrifice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, the tears have become a part of my life and I believe that they are slowly washing away my flaws so that I would become perfect, not perfect in its truest sense, but perfect for you.. I wonder if you’ve gone through so much pain as well. I wonder if you’ve been hurt so many times along the journey.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my dearest one, please don’t ever give up, because I am right here patiently waiting for you. I assure you that when we finally find each other; I would slowly heal those wounds with my love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I would look out my window and stare at the beautiful sky, hoping that somehow you are also looking up and wondering about me. I utter a silent prayer and send all my cries to the heavens above, thinking that in time they would reach you. And when I feel impatient, I just close my eyes and believe that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as well. It is funny but when I finally fall asleep, it is still you that I think of, for you are always in my dreams. It seems that, for now, that is the only place that I can hold on to you, long enough to tell you how much I love you. In my dreams, you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all the more makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead with hope that soon enough, you will no longer be a dream but a reality. Once again, I am assured that you are worth the wait, and when that time comes,, everything will fall into place – just as I had imagined, just as I had thought and dreamed, just as I had believed it would be. With all I have gone through, in spite of the pain, and amidst the simple joys of life, I would be very thankful because they all led me to you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, take care of yourself for me. Hold on to our dream and don’t even think of letting go. Believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course, and it is up to us to follow the directions. Don’t worry; don’t be afraid of getting lost. God sees to it that all the roads, no matter which one you choose to follow, lead to me..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111416680253677119?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111416680253677119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111416680253677119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111416680253677119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111416680253677119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/04/letter-to-one.html' title='a letter to the one...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111416545731858128</id><published>2005-04-22T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:24:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts lang...</title><content type='html'>A perfect love is rare.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you tried to make it that way, it’s very seldom that you succeed.&lt;br /&gt;So don’t search for a perfect one.. don’t throw a love away because you think it’s not perfect, or you think you can’t make it perfect. &lt;br /&gt;You'll soon realize how a great love was put to waste because you’ve given up early on. Wait, and see. If a love is meant to be, it’ll be perfect. &lt;br /&gt;Learn to feel, not to think, &lt;br /&gt;because love starts in the heart, not in the mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111416545731858128?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111416545731858128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111416545731858128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111416545731858128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111416545731858128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/04/thoughts-lang.html' title='thoughts lang...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111398936454011282</id><published>2005-04-20T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T17:29:24.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kung soulmate kita...</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko alam kung nakita na kita o nakilala.. wiz ko nga knows kung makikita pa talaga kita, kung maghihintay ako hanggang maging first world country ang Pilipinas o hahanapin na kita, as in now na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, mararamdaman ko ba sa unang pagtatagpo ng mga mata natin na ikaw nga un? May tutunog bang buzzer na para kang sumali ng game show at may lalabas bang usok sa tenga natin as a sign na finally nagkita na nga tau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, bigla na lang bang papasok sa utak mo kung ganu katagal na taung ngha2napan? May nakahanda ka na bang database kung saan naka record kung ilang araw, buwan, taon, dekada, siglo o buhay na ang nalampasan natin at kung ilang beses na tau dapat nagkita pero walang kasawaan sa pagkaudlot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, titigil ba ang oras at hihinto sa pag ikot ang mundo pag nagkasalubong tau? May aapir bang spotlight na nakatutok satin habang nagtititigan tau na akala mo kasali sa teatro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, may suot ka bang polo na kulay blue at may print na kung anek-anek na star pag nakita kita? Magpapa spray ka ba ng rose kay Mang Popoy sa palengke ng imus para maging blue ang bulaklak na ibibigay mo sakin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, babasahin mo ba muna nag aura ko bago ka magsend ng telepathic message na gusto mo ko kausapin.. as in personally? Dadalhin mo ba ko sa sta. Rosa para ipakilala un lalakeng may retrocognition o titignan mo agad un kamay ko at ipapakitang nag aral ka ng palmistry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, alam mo ba by heart ang favorite song ko at hindi mo ba sasabihing parang panghele ng bata ang kantang gusto ko? Pag pinatula ko ba sau ang breathing, kakayanin mo pa bang lagyan ng choreo na para kang nasa declamation contest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, nabasa mo na ba lahat ng poems ko at mare2alize mo ba na ang most prominent at most utilized word dun ay waiting, sumunod ung stay at last ung silence? Maiisip mo din kaya na ikau lang nman ang tinutukoy ng lahat ng un dahil namuti na mata ko sa tagal ng pagdating mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, matuturo mo ba sakin kung nasan ang constellation na lyrae at kung saan sa stars nia ang vega, un brightest star nia na bluish in color, dahil kahit favorite constellation ko un, hindi ko pa rin sigurado kung un na nga un hanggang ngayon? Makakahanap ka ba ng star na pdeng ipangalan sakin at ipa2register mo pa ba un sa international star registry sa halagang $55 tulad ng ginawa sa a walk to remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, magustuhan ka kaya ng pamilya ko pag pinakilala kita? Ngitian ka kaya ng lola ko kahit hindi nia suot un pustiso nia? Makipag titigan kaya sau un tatay ko kahit bagong gising sha at kinukutkot ang paa nia? Tawagan ka kaya ng Nanay ko sa celfone mo kahit magkaharap kau just so u know na naka-sun din sha? Tawagin ka kayang kuya ng mga kapatid ko at d kaya itanung sau kung nasan na un ex ko na inuuwian sila ng mcfizz? Bigyan ka kaya ng tita ko ng brownies de recados nia na super proud niang gawing business? Gayahin kaya ni dida kung pano ka maglakad at humabol kaya sha sau pag umalis ka? Mag enjoy kaya si ashyel pag sinayaw mo un choco latte, paketome o chui chui at partida pa dahil ikau ang kakanta kahit lumawit na dila mo sa pagod? Hindi ka kaya tahulan ni bebe ash ko at humilata pa kaya sha as a sign na magpapakamot daw sha ng tiyan sau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, may kakrungkrungan bang mararamdaman ang tropa ko pag nakita ka nila? Tatawagin mo ba clang churva o adik adik at makikitambay ka ba sa dorm any time of the day, any day of the week at the risk na may nag-aamok na kylangan mo pang ibili ng pagkain at buhatin sa di malamang dahilan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, saang wonder of the world ba magkkrus ang landas natin? Sa tuktok ba ng pyramid kahit alam mong patusok un at supah hirap kaya magbalance dun o maglalambitin tau sa hanging gardens of Babylon kahit di ko sukat ang pinagsamang bigat nating dalawa? Dadalhin mo ba ko sa tabing dagat at pati ba buhangin eh ipagdarasal mong maging blue bago ka lumuhod sa harap ko at mag emote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung soulmate kita, hallur… anung petsa na? Andaming kachurvahan na ang dumaan, ilang beses na kong nasaktan.. kelan mo pa ba nman feel dumating?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111398936454011282?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111398936454011282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111398936454011282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111398936454011282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111398936454011282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/04/kung-soulmate-kita.html' title='kung soulmate kita...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111398765243523818</id><published>2005-04-20T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T17:00:52.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another blog!...</title><content type='html'>it's my 3rd blog na and it seems like i'm not even contented with the last two...&lt;br /&gt;wala lang... just cant find the blog that's right for me,, as in nandun na lahat.. then again pag meron nun,, di sana pinasulat ko na rin sa gumawa nun lahat ng gus2 kong input dito diba? waha...&lt;br /&gt;tama na nga reklamo..&lt;br /&gt;btw,, im babysitting ashel here.. ka2tuwa nkatulog na pla sha.. i wasnt even expecting na matutulog sha pero bute he did.. supah cute talaga nia,, he's still holding his bottle kahit tulog...:)&lt;br /&gt;made me think of michael,, he should have been very proud of him.. &gt;kala mo nman close sila!&lt; pero i think nga tlaga matutuwa un...&lt;br /&gt;hay... bday nia last monday,, ginrit ko nman sha, just don't know if tita tess opened his celfone..&lt;br /&gt;eh un.. hope ill stick to this blog..&lt;br /&gt;yoko na mag iba, besides,, im beginning to appreciate the dots on this theme.. hekhek hek! might as well start posting...&lt;br /&gt;dame nitong thoughts... chak chak chak........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111398765243523818?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111398765243523818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12282139&amp;postID=111398765243523818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111398765243523818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12282139/posts/default/111398765243523818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-blog.html' title='another blog!...'/><author><name>*starlee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07950200755722911016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.allthesky.com/icons/slideshow.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12282139.post-111425378251207022</id><published>2005-03-01T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:05:38.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adik nga ko..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;adik ako, may nagsabi na ba sau?&lt;br /&gt;kung meron, pati dahilan sana lam mo&lt;br /&gt;pero ngaun pa lang, proud akong ipagkalat to&lt;br /&gt;adik ako, at un ay dahil sau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang mga mata ko sa pagtitig sayo&lt;br /&gt;halos lumuwa na nga pati talukap nito&lt;br /&gt;oo na, alam ko, iba naman ang nakikita mo&lt;br /&gt;well, okei lang, di ko nman winish na dapat ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang tenga ko dahil ikau lang ang pinakikinggan&lt;br /&gt;kahit ang sinasabi mo, puro lang kachurvahan&lt;br /&gt;ang tenga ko tuloy nagmistulang tambakan&lt;br /&gt;ng mga salita mong totoo ba o kalokohan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang ilong ko dahil ikau lang ang naaamoy&lt;br /&gt;kahit saan pa pumunta at kung sa'ng lupalop lumaboy&lt;br /&gt;feeling ko magpapasunog pa sa matinding apoy&lt;br /&gt;basta ikau ang nandun, ano pa nga ba't sisimoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang bibig ko dahil pangalan mo lang ang sinasabi&lt;br /&gt;kala mo naman wala nang umaga't gabi&lt;br /&gt;lalo na siguro kung ikau pa ang katabi&lt;br /&gt;hala, lagot ka, dahil wala na yang ibang masasabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang kamay ko dahil nanginginig kusa&lt;br /&gt;di ko naman ginagalaw, nagsasarili ng gawa&lt;br /&gt;ikau na naman ang dahilan, wala na bang iba&lt;br /&gt;ikau kasi, wala pa rin akong kadala-dala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang tuhod ko, biglang nanghihina&lt;br /&gt;di ko naman na-feel mga sintomas ng rayuma&lt;br /&gt;nakakatakot diba, wala ka pa ngang ginagawa&lt;br /&gt;basta ikau, asahan ako ang madadapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang paa ko dahil sayo lang pumupunta&lt;br /&gt;kahit pa ang layo mo, pwede nang isang milya&lt;br /&gt;lakad, takbo, chong, mamili ka na&lt;br /&gt;susundan ka kahit san, kahit anung style pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang noo ko, laging pawis sa kaba&lt;br /&gt;mukha tuloy haggard pag nakikita kita&lt;br /&gt;pupunasan ko na pero please pakipiga&lt;br /&gt;ganian kze impact mo, para kong naglalaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang pisngi ko, ayan namumula&lt;br /&gt;no need of blush on, wag ka nang kumontra&lt;br /&gt;natural beauty, diba mas maganda&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure natuwa ka, aminin mo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang buhok ko, pramis gumaganda kamo&lt;br /&gt;pati kilikili ko, pinapawisan ng todo&lt;br /&gt;para ngang may lumilipad sa loob ng katawan ko&lt;br /&gt;sana hindi ako praning, baka layuan mo pa ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang balahibo ko, nagsasapusa lola mo&lt;br /&gt;pati spinal cord ko, sobrang apektado&lt;br /&gt;akal mo siguro, sumasakit ang tiyan ko&lt;br /&gt;loko, naka-jerbs na kaya ko sa nebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang utak ko sa pag-iisip sayo&lt;br /&gt;left at right hemisphere ko, biglang nagkasundo&lt;br /&gt;wag ka mag-alala, normal pa naman siguro ako&lt;br /&gt;nakuha ko pa naman mag-isip, un nga lang puro tungkol sayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik ang puso ko dahil ikau pa ang gusto&lt;br /&gt;kahit alam ko namang di pwede maging ako&lt;br /&gt;wish ko lang daba? mapigilan ko pa to&lt;br /&gt;seri, seri, tao lang, tanga talaga ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik nga ko dahil ikau pa minahal ko&lt;br /&gt;di ko nga alam bat nagagawa kong magpakabato&lt;br /&gt;uy di ako nagger, nagsasabi lang ako ng totoo&lt;br /&gt;tingin mo, bat kaya? baklita, sana lang alam mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adik nga ko sa pagmamahal sayo&lt;br /&gt;mamatay na nagtanong, trivia lang po&lt;br /&gt;alam ko namang wala kong pag-asa sayo&lt;br /&gt;pero lam mo, mahal ka pa rin ng adik na pusong to!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12282139-111425378251207022?l=spicasfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spicasfate.blogspot.com/feeds/111425378251207022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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