<?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-1525965896368698107</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:22:25.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...tHis iS my LiFe.., mY dreAms., my tHouGhts.....</title><subtitle type='html'>..tHis iS my oNLine buRnbOok...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-6578703576583801214</id><published>2010-11-22T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:22:47.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/TOtBQ4EuuzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_btAhrotmL0/s1600/CIMG0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/TOtBQ4EuuzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_btAhrotmL0/s320/CIMG0770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542595524595465010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am missing my best friend so much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sad to say we lost contact for no apparent reason....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I missed those times that we did crazy things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I missed those chit chats on the phone that took 2 to 3 hours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I missed those times I cried in front of her because I was hurt....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I missed those times when we were together for the whole day but still time was not enough to tell stories about what happened to us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I missed those days that we just sat for hours writing stories about those guys we liked (we both have wide imaginations and hopeless romantic)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wish we could meet up sooner....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Miss you Bhezzie.... Labyooo.... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1525965896368698107-6578703576583801214?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6578703576583801214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=6578703576583801214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/6578703576583801214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/6578703576583801214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2010/11/missing-you.html' title='Missing you...'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/TOtBQ4EuuzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_btAhrotmL0/s72-c/CIMG0770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-1208576531414845643</id><published>2010-08-19T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:27:14.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Love Quotes I can relate to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;How do I say goodbye to someone I never really had? Why do my tears fall so endlessly for someone who was never really mine? Why is it I miss someone I was never really with? And why do I love someone whose love was never really mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:arial, verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Someone should sue Disney for planting the ideas in little kids heads that every girl has a prince and everything ends up happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A great love? It's when you shed tears for him but still you care for him. It's when he ignored you but you still long for him. It's when he starts loving another, and yet you manage a smile and find the courage to say "I'm happy for you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal;  font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;I miss you a little, I guess you could say, a little too much, a little too often, and a little more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#1F1F1F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:arial, verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;You don't realize how much you care about someone until they don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 204, 255); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:arial, verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt; about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 204, 255); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, verdana;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:arial, verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, "It might have been"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;It takes a minute to like someone, and hour to love someone, but to forget someone takes a life time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(31, 31, 31); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(31, 31, 31); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(31, 31, 31); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, verdana;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sarah aka "Sam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/1525965896368698107-1208576531414845643?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1208576531414845643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=1208576531414845643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/1208576531414845643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/1208576531414845643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/sad-love-quotes-i-can-relate-to.html' title='Sad Love Quotes I can relate to...'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-4739480187824189226</id><published>2010-08-17T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:44:45.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing I can't do but sigh....</title><content type='html'>Sigh! Yes, that's the only thing I can do right now... sigh! What the hell?! H'es not texting me! I've been trying to call him but he's not answering his phone! Now I feel like I wanna resign! I don't have any reasons to go to work anymore. I feel like I don't have any inspiration and motivation to go to work! This haven't happened with my ex! Oh my gawd!!! I'm really upset and frustrated! Yes, with him but more with my self because I allowed this to come to a point that I can't even afford of letting go of him anymore!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to you, I hope you're very happy now! I've been texting and calling you non-stop last night and that's adding up to your ego, right?! Well, for sure I'll cry again this time before going to sleep. You made me cry a lot! How can you left me out of the blue?! After saying that you liked me?! You didn't even pursue?! Oh God! Well, thank you for hurting me for the second time! I really thank you! I hope you'll be very very happy! Good luck in finding a new job since you're already AWOL and endorsed to HR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping all the best for you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Sarah aka "Sam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-4739480187824189226?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4739480187824189226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=4739480187824189226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/4739480187824189226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/4739480187824189226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-i-cant-do-but-sigh.html' title='Nothing I can&apos;t do but sigh....'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-4324938647830367040</id><published>2010-08-14T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T16:13:58.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not this way....</title><content type='html'>I'm still very upset right now. Haven't heard a word from you.... I tried calling you awhile ago but all I got was "this call is not permitted" which I really don't know why! And then I heard a hissing sound at the end which freaked me out. My heart raced in fear and I suddenly couldn't control my emotions, I cried. I'm still worried about you, you know? I felt scared awhile ago, I felt like there's something's not right. That there might have happened to you, a bad thing which I keep on forcing myself not to believe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're upset to what have I answered to your question last Thursday morning and you want me to feel the same thing, well you actually won. So please come back.... I'm really hurting and upset now. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you're going to say goodbye, please not this way?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can't let you go yet. I was just beginning to have feelings for you. I'm missing you a lot, you know?! I'm really going insane now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always thinking about you. Even when I do have a call. I can't be a lively agent in a call as I was before, when you  came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just listened to the song &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;SOMEONE'S ALWAYS SAYING GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.... yeah, I know for a fact that that's true! But I do hate that fact! I want you here! I want to feel again how you stayed up late when it was your rest day and I'm at work, just to text me and keep me company from the stressful atmosphere of work. I'm missing those days that you'll text just to inform me if you're already awake or would sleep. I long for those times that we'll go down to smoke and you'll stand by each other's side, without anything to say but the silence was not awkward. I miss also the day when you said that your a jealous person and you don't want to see me with other guys... I also reminisce when you told me and Kevin that you wanted a simple and uncomplicated life but then I came your path.... You made me fall for those simple thoughts, simple words, quiet caring.... And now, you are breaking my heart by your silence....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you because you've been yourself in front of me. I like you because you're such a caring and sweet guy. I like you because you liked me even though I'm not that beautiful yet you told Kevin that I'm attractive.... And now, I'm still hoping to see you, hear you talk and laugh, hear you saying "adik!", see you looking at me the way no guy did before.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still going to wait for you. I hope I could see you soon or I'll really go insane. If I'll hear that your not going to work anymore, then what's the reason for me to stay in that company?! You gave life to me when you came. You healed my broken heart yet you breaking it into pieces once again unknowingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll still wait....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saluting off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Sarah aka "Sam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-4324938647830367040?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4324938647830367040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=4324938647830367040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/4324938647830367040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/4324938647830367040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-this-way_14.html' title='Not this way....'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-6808042526762421727</id><published>2010-08-14T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:55:55.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if....</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday morning, I was so ecstatic because I've learned that someone I like liked me back... He was actually telling it to me but he was making it in a laughable way. I never thought that that happiness will just be for a short while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he got home and slept, I never got any texts from him anymore. The last one was telling me that he was going to sleep. Later that evening, he didn't text me anymore, telling me that he was awake, which he usually did before. I thought that maybe he just woke up late since we had an "inuman" that morning. So, I still waited until its already our log in time. I never heard a thing from him. I approached his supervisor, asking what happened to him but boss just said that he tried calling him and his phone is off. I got so upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until now, we're not receiving any message, call or news about what have happened to him. I'm really frustrated and upset right now. I don't know what to think anymore. I am so worried about him. I keep on thinking bad things that might have happened to him, I cannot helped it. Even I tell myself that there might be just a personal issue that's going on with him, still those bad things kept on entering my mind. We've gotten close to each other so much that I got so attached to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope you'll come to work on Monday. I'd be so happy to see you again. Even if you won't look at me the way you looked at me before, even you like someone new, even you get back with your ex, I  don't care any more. As long as I'm seeing you safe, I'd be really happy. I kept on thinking, what if I answered YES last Thursday, will you be present that Thursday night? Will I still be able to contact you? Will I still receive those sweet texts that you used to sent me? I just wish your safe right now. Please come back. Please be safe. I'm going insane right now. I even dreamed of you awhile ago. I dreamed that you're already back. That you're texting me again. I hope that'd come true soon... really soon... &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saluting off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sarah aka "Sam"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-6808042526762421727?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6808042526762421727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=6808042526762421727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/6808042526762421727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/6808042526762421727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-if.html' title='What if....'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-7372995819715352273</id><published>2010-08-09T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:39:57.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what to blog right now.... I can't think of any.... hahahaha!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm about to watch TEKKEN.... I hope I'll enjoy the movie. I don't have anything to do now. That's what I really hate about rest days. So I'm browsing Facebook while listening to Paramore's songs. I came across a note post in Facebook which I think really touched my heart.... so, I'll post it in here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside&lt;br /&gt;the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.&lt;br /&gt;My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you just might save a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also came across a video post and I cried watching it. Its about an athlete who tore his hamstring muscle while on the track. In spite of his suffering, he continued running. While on the way to the finish line, his dad broke through the security and held his son, helping him finish his run. Gah! That was so touching. Derek Redmond, the athlete, gained a standing ovation from the 65,000 crowd watching him. Kudos for him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, too much to say now.... Got nothing to blog again, I gotta go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saluting off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sarah aka "Sam"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-7372995819715352273?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7372995819715352273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=7372995819715352273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7372995819715352273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7372995819715352273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-7607870927121537114</id><published>2010-08-07T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:38:53.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vague....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/TF0Mu98o7OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wscugPkI6mU/s1600/15711_1394331295575_1150956761_1135288_5748747_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/TF0Mu98o7OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wscugPkI6mU/s320/15711_1394331295575_1150956761_1135288_5748747_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502568320759033058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;^ TEAM CRONUS ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happiness is really just for a short period of time only. I've proved this for so many times that I lost count in mind. Well, they say that you're making your own happiness which is right, must I say but not really all the time. Okay, so I'm being pessimist here and all but so what, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let's not talk about happiness which really spoils my mood right now.... I just wanna forget something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went to sleep at 9AM awhile ago and supposed to wake up at 4PM, my time of sleep calculated already. I still have to work later this evening. But to my utmost disappointment, I woke up at 1:54PM and could not get back yo sleep which is really frustrating. I need to have at least 6 hours of sleep yet I only got 5 hours?! Gah! But that's not actually the problem. The problem is, I'm experiencing Vertigo. I really do hate my illness. Its like I'm disable or something. Whenever I turn my head sideways or just simply move my head slightly, its like there's an earthquake! The best news? As stupid as I am, I lost the doctor's prescription so I can't buy any medicine for this. Whoosh! Can I go to work later? That's the biggest question! I should try, if I want to go back to my beloved team and supervisor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Speaking of my team.... They say people come and go which is right. I do know for a fact that life's a cycle. Its really hard to forget those people that was with you during those days that you were so down though. My teammates and supervisor stood by me, comforted me, even give advises that really helped me a lot. Its hard to say "people do come and go" when they mean so much and took a big role helping you be what you are right now.... I'll miss those days that the original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CRONUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;was complete. There were those times that while I'm in a call or whenever we have a huddle, I'll just space out. But my boss understood me. He never questioned me for it or anything, he'd just talked it over with me so I can move on.... You're the best guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why am I being so emotional now?! Gah! It's someone's fault. Let me call him by the name "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;". Why should he always bade me goodbye?! He could not leave me now.... I'll still return to team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CRONUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and finding out that my mentor is not there anymore would really break my heart. He is my "kuya" and will always be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KEVIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.... stop it, okay?! Just don't say anything if its about you leaving the team!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't think of anything to blog anymore now, so I'll say bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saluting off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sarah aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Sam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-7607870927121537114?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7607870927121537114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=7607870927121537114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7607870927121537114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7607870927121537114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2010/08/vague.html' title='Vague....'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/TF0Mu98o7OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wscugPkI6mU/s72-c/15711_1394331295575_1150956761_1135288_5748747_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-3827504174670563053</id><published>2010-02-10T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:18:36.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstatic!!!</title><content type='html'>Really can't deny the fact that these past fews days I'm in a bipolar state! hehehe... Not the bipolar kind of personality disorder. Just in a bit of roller coaster of emotions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this guy that I didn't realize I was beginning to like. We often texted before. He told me jokes that gave me splitting-stomach laughs. He even performed some magic tricks just for him to see me happy (that was according to him). Those days, I thought I was liking his friend (which is also my friend and our co-worker) more than him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever we were exchanging text messages, we would often ask questions to each other. Right there and then he told me that he was beginning to like me. I also told him that if I only don't like his friend, I would surely like him. He even got jealous of our friend, the one I thought I like. He said it's a kind of jealousy that a friend has because he thought I was not enjoying whenever that friend of ours (my crush) was not there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day, we had an "inuman" session. There, he confessed in front of our friends that he treats me in a special way. Then, we started to ignore each other. I didn't know but when he stopped performing magic tricks, paying attention to me and talking to me, I just felt that I was hurting. I talked to our girl friends and they told me that I was already falling for him. They told me that I wouldn't be hurting if he don't mean anything to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I texted him that I was hurting because he was ignoring me. He replied back that he needed to separate himself from me because he was already falling for me and that would cause bigger problems because he still has a girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, there wasn't anymore problem. He broke up with the girl. I love him, he loves me. We both know of the feelings we share for each other. I just hope, if ever we enter into a relationship, there wouldn't be any problems. I hope we'd just be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-3827504174670563053?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3827504174670563053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=3827504174670563053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/3827504174670563053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/3827504174670563053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2010/02/ecstatic.html' title='Ecstatic!!!'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-182666068562122400</id><published>2009-07-14T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:15:04.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/Slw66Btxw2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/jSW-Z842xrk/s1600-h/21+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358222425231311714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/Slw66Btxw2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/jSW-Z842xrk/s320/21+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I got bored, I decided to photoshop my pictures. Even upto this point, I'm still photoshopping... hehehe... I'm enjoying now and my boredom eases. But I know this will just be for awhile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-182666068562122400?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/182666068562122400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=182666068562122400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/182666068562122400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/182666068562122400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/photoshop.html' title='Photoshop...'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/Slw66Btxw2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/jSW-Z842xrk/s72-c/21+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-5339861292102219930</id><published>2009-06-25T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:32:07.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty?</title><content type='html'>Empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm feeling right now. I should not be feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are already 1 month tomorrow, June 26, 2009  and yet I don't feel like I should have been feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm just over too paranoid or what, but I think there's something going on my back. I think there's something I should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first and I'm not that happy anymore. I'm already tired and exhausted enough to let it go. I think, everything's should be over. In the first place, it should have not started too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could talk this over so that my paranoia will be rationalized and we can both talk this through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-5339861292102219930?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5339861292102219930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=5339861292102219930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/5339861292102219930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/5339861292102219930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/empty.html' title='Empty?'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-1199864009115091522</id><published>2009-06-24T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:27:23.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Love</title><content type='html'>This story is made by yours truly... I hope, whoever read this will respect the copyright of this one. I don't want to ever happen again that someone will plagiarize my story... Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;YOUNG LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by: Sarah Jane M. Gaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*`*`*`*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was sitting on their living room couch, watching 'Power Puff Girls' on Cartoon Network while eating a pack of her favorite gummy bears when Calvin, her older brother, together with Nathan, came in the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat beside her, while her brother went immediately over the kitchen to make snacks and grab some beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt her body tingles on his nearness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Sammy girl!" he greeted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a girl anymore! I'm already thirteen and that's old enough and considered as a lady!" she shrieked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled, closed his eyes, drew back his head, held his stomach. He couldn't contain his laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that you're already considered a lady if you still watch Power Puff Girls, huh?" he teased her, still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pouted, "I hate you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He guffawed and pinched her cheek. Nathan stood and walked towards the kitchen, still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was going to sleep over their house again. Jay and Sam's parents were out of town, checking their properties on the province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was used sleeping over their place, as with Jay too. Her brother and Nathan were of the same age, twenty two. They were best buds since grade school and inseparable. Even when they were having their so-called "chick hunting," the two were always partners-in-crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*`*`*`*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, she couldn't sleep. The thought of Nathan lying on the sofa in the living room, made her elated. Nathan is her first love. She was thirteen and he was already twenty two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't dare spoke about it with anyone for the fear of misjudging her. She thought, they might perceived it as infatuation, which she opposed badly. It was not just an infatuation for her, he was her first love and she hoped that he'll be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She already pictured herself being with him, marrying him, having his children and growing old with him. If that is not true love, then she didn't know what that thing was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept on bouting in her bed. Her mind was on the living room, with Nathan. She couldn't help but think of him. He was sleeping there, alone. She wished that she could be there, lying beside him. Snuggling closer together, holding each other near, were only few of her fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam got out of her bed and made her way down the staircase. She was gonna get a glass of milk for herself. Maybe, it could help her fell unto her slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was on the living room, she saw Nathan lying on the sofa. His blanket had fell off his body. She tried to control herself from going near his body to fix the blanket, but she failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam walked slowly, quietly, towards Nathan. She knelt down on the floor, beside his face. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it upwards, covering his muscular body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fixing the blanket, she took a closer look at the well-sculpted features of his pretty face. She leaned forward, leaving very small space between their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nathan... How could you hurt me without doing anything?" she whispered, careful not to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it wrong to fall in love with you? Can't you just love me back? Would you believe me if I'll tell you how much I love you?" she added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nathan... I wish my dreams were true..." she prayed silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam leaned in forward, breaking their lips' distance. It was her first kiss, and she wasn't even a bit regretful doing that. She always thought of Nathan being her first kiss. She smiled while their lips were plastered together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss only lasted fifteen seconds, creating a turmoil on her stomach and tingles all over her body. She shivered, goosebumps rising over her skin. Sam neared her mouth on his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you... Goodnight, love..." she whispered on his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she walked away, heading upstairs to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly did Sam knew that Nathan was awake at the time she went down. Nathan heard all of what she said. And he thought it was ridiculous for a thirteen-year old girl to fall for a twenty-year old lad. He felt her lips over her but, he kept quiet and stayed still. Nathan didn't want to embarass Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt something for her too. He knew it was insane but, he too, was in love with her. That's why he loved teasing her because he loved it when she gave him her attention. But, she was still a child. She was still young, a young heart, her love was still young. He wouldn't want to hurt her, she was still young for heartbreaks. He believe that happiness and love is accompanied by pain and sorrow at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*`*`*`*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Nathan had been distant towards her. He didn't tease her again. He didn't even talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*`*`*`*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month, Jay broke to her the most heartbreaking news she had ever heard. Nathan was going to the States to continue his study there. She was devastated, shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pained her most was that, Jay told her everything when Nathan had already left, when there was no chance she could prevent him from leaving her. Her brother said that Nathan told him not to spoke about it with her, not until he already left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never had a clue why he did that. All she knew was, she'll never gonna forget him. And that no one will ever take his place on her young heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*`*`*`*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is now twenty years old. She is working on a law firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never forget about Nathan, she still loves him. Sam is still waiting for him, until now. Many men have proclaimed their admiration for her, wooing her but they never got a slight chance. She is still in love with him and she's going to stay loyal to him, until he told her that he's already settled and married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on her office preparing to go home when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, it was Cathy, Jay's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cathy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam! I need you to come here over the house tonight, right after your work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just come here, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. I'm just fixing my stuffs and I'm ready to leave!" Sam chirped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good! Bye, see you tonight!" Cathy hung the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*`*`*`*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy opened the door for her. Caleb, her eight-month old child with Jay, was on her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Sammy!" Cathy greeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered the last day she saw Nathan. He always called her 'Sammy'. Tears were threatening to fall off her eyes but, she blinked it away immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's up?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come in!" Cathy chirped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she entered her brother's house, she was astounded to what she saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nathan!" she gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and walked towards her. She was no longer that thirteen-year old Sammy that used to watch Power Puff Girls and eating gummy bears. She is now a grown up lady that she used to insist she was before. Sammy isn't appropriate for her now. Samantha, he thought, seductive and sophisticated, just like the woman he is seeing in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Samantha..." he muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nathan..." she repeated his name, as if it's the most wonderful word on earth she've got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here? I never thought you'd be back by now" she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was standing in front of her. Jay and Cathy just watched the two from the living room. Jay smiled and cleared his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we should leave you two and I think you shouldn't be blocking my doorway. You can have your chat over the garden" he smiled slyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam got confused as to what was Jay was acting. She dismissively shook the thoughts about her brother's weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go, Samantha?" Nathan offered his right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She accpeted it without any hesitation, albeit her hands were trembling and sweaty. How she wished he didn't notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan could feel her hands trembling and cold. He smiled, she really had changed. She wasn't the girl who bickered with him with his simple touch on her skin, telling him that he's a pervert. How he missed the girl beside him. But, he already moved on with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They settled on the middle of the garden, filled with fragrant roses and wild flowers of different colors, under the light of full moon giving them. The ambiance is as much romantic as the longing stare she was giving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How have you been?" he ruffled her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam beamed him with a smile. She missed him so bad and having him by her side, ruffling her hair like he used to, was overwhelming her with so much elation in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm good!" she chirped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you go back here in the Philippines?" she asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up into the moon, sighed contentedly, looked into her again, deeply this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here to settle things for my up-coming wedding with the woman I love..." he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart broken, she dropped her jaw open. She gasped at the sudden news. This was what she was fearing of, he was now unreachable than before. Tears started to trickle down her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan was astounded with Sam's reaction on what he said. He never said anything wrong, didn't he? He cupped her cheeks into his tanned hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head and freed herself from him. Sam started walking away from him slowly when he asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you want to know who's going to be my bride?" he looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked after her. She halted to stop. She spoke, but didn't looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the point? I know that you're here because you are inviting me and Jay on your wedding. Don't worry, I'm going to attend your wedding. By the way, congratulations," her voice shook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? That's what you've been thinking? You never changed!" he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam got pissed. How dare he laughed over her emotions? She turned around and walked towards him. She poked his chest with her finger while crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How dare you make fun of me, you bastard! After giving you all of my heart, all my life, this is what I get? How dare you! I loathe you, you... you... you... jerk! I hate you! Why did you come back here and told me know that you're marrying some other girl? You didn't know how much I loved you, and still love you!" she creamed, tears stung on her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got shock with what she've said but it made her burden eased out. She've been dying to tell him those words, to confess to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan felt elated with what she said, she still loves him. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply, his lips were possessive of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She managed to push him away even though she knew that she didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How dare you kiss me? You're already engaged!" she screeched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll only be engaged if you'll agree to marry me, Sam!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" Sam gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan hugged her tightly.She was taken a back but hugged him back after some time. She savored his masculine scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The night you've kissed me while you thought I was awake, that was the best day of my life Sam. However, you're still thirteen, and even though I felt the same way for you at that time, I can't just kiss you back, hug you, love you. You're still young. You're not yet emotionally matured and I thought that what you felt was just an infatuation" Nathan confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused for a bit and parted his body away from her lightly. He looked down into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But now, hearing that you still love me, you just made me the happiest man living on earth. I loved you then, I still love you and I will always love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too. Young or gray-haired old woman, my feelings for you will never changed Nathan" Sam said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their hearts danced as their lips met once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-1199864009115091522?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1199864009115091522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=1199864009115091522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/1199864009115091522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/1199864009115091522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/young-love.html' title='Young Love'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-7399764600517854193</id><published>2008-10-19T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:20:57.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>टुडे सीम्स...ओरदिनरी?</title><content type='html'>I'm making a poster today while updating my blog. Oops! Haven't been updating frequently, am I? Sorry about that. I got engaged into Winglin. Being an author and reading praises for you work is really priceless. And thru Winglin, I've met awesome people thru the net. Should I name them? Aye! Of course, I should. They are my new friends namely Olie jie, Joe the Qiao mei, Maryella mei, Moira mei, Jill mei, Tika jie, Jasmin jie (winter_love), Christine mei and Kyle mei. They're the best authors in town, mind you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my update, it is funny that I'm still thinking of Winglin! Aye! I've grown so fond of it that I even spoke of it with my friends. Being an author is really amazing. I thought of this for so many already, I WANT TO PUBLISH A BOOK OR TWO in the near future, with my OWN MONEY of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading a very thick book. A historical romance, indeed. It was written by the Ruth Langan. It composed of three stories by the O' Neil siblings. I am still currently on the first story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've also read Double Destiny. I borrowed it from a friend and guess what? It was my second favorite romance novel, next to Illusions of Love. Reading romance novel is my way of escape from my problems and stuffs that bus my thoughts (includes my search for Mr. Right), of which I'm certain would make whoever reading this one raise a brow. Of course, why would you not, if a 19-year old lass is already searching for her Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the story about that. My lola asked me last night if someone's coutring me already. And of course knowing the answering to that, I immediately blurted out the truth, "No!" She gasped and asked me why not? And in response I told her that I didn't need one. That was my mistake, I forgot to add the word 'yet'. She gasped again for the second time and blurted out "Bakit? Tomboy ka?" Ohmigosh! I almost fell from the computer chair I was sitting last night with what she said. I just looked at my younger sister and we laughed about my lola's comment. Lol. I really blushed on that comment. How can she say that, when she knew that I'm too vain and too malandi for a tomboy. Ahahahaha... I would prefer the word 'Cowgirl' to describe my playfulness, but further than that, I am most certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no tomboy. I'm just a perky, laid-back, free-spirited soul. That's all!&lt;br /&gt;~sAh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-7399764600517854193?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7399764600517854193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=7399764600517854193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7399764600517854193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7399764600517854193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='टुडे सीम्स...ओरदिनरी?'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-9154116776703098657</id><published>2008-04-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:12:28.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a new "bestfriend"...&lt;br /&gt;not the typical one... she's BUBU! a stuffed toy...lol&lt;br /&gt;        it's just that, whenever feel something,&lt;br /&gt;i cried it out to her! she's not answering back, though...&lt;br /&gt;  but at least i can let out what i feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-9154116776703098657?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/9154116776703098657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=9154116776703098657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/9154116776703098657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/9154116776703098657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-new-bestfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-8789710713189160550</id><published>2008-02-16T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:45:41.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;..nEed tHis...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this maybe too late. But I still wanted to make a Resolution List. I just realized that I really needed these things to improve humanity… hahaha… funny, funny! But, kidding aside, I really do think that I need these to improve myself. So that I won’t be so petty about being not-so-pretty, not-so-sexy, not-so-brainy, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Need to lose weight before I graduate college. Or else I would not get married!&lt;br /&gt;  Need to save money for every weekend. So that I’ll have enough money for my LAKWATSA!&lt;br /&gt;  Need to study every night. So that I won’t be left behind by the discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to buy clothes in my own savings from my allowance. I don’t want to depend on my mother and father for the clothes I will wear in this GALA or that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to accomplish all these stuffs. So that I could be a better person and I won’t pity on myself for being ugly! Hehehe….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-8789710713189160550?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8789710713189160550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=8789710713189160550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/8789710713189160550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/8789710713189160550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-7767894978055102529</id><published>2008-01-15T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:16:05.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Capillary Blood Sugar:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Date:   Time:   Result:&lt;br /&gt;  01/09/08  5:30 A.M.   451 mg/dL&lt;br /&gt;  01/10/08  11:30 A.M.   210 mg/dL&lt;br /&gt;  01/10/08  5:30 P.M.   179 mg/dL&lt;br /&gt;  01/11/08  5:00 A.M.   407 mg/dL&lt;br /&gt;  01/11/08  11:30 A.M.   242 mg/dL&lt;br /&gt;  01/11/08  5:30 P.M.   186 mg/dL&lt;br /&gt;  01/12/08  5:30 A.M.   105 mg/dL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fasting Blood Sugar:&lt;br /&gt;    CBC:&lt;br /&gt;  WBC                                       9.7&lt;br /&gt;   RBC                                       3.83&lt;br /&gt;   Platelet                                   273&lt;br /&gt;   Neutrophil                              0.80&lt;br /&gt;   Lymphocyte                           0.16&lt;br /&gt;   Monocyte                               0.04&lt;br /&gt;   Hemoglobin                           107&lt;br /&gt;   Hematocrit                             0.80&lt;br /&gt;   MVC                                      79.6&lt;br /&gt;   MCH                                      27.9&lt;br /&gt;   MCHC                                   351&lt;br /&gt;   RDW                                      13.7&lt;br /&gt;   MPV                                       5.1&lt;br /&gt;   PDW                                       18.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURSE IN THE WARD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Patient was having his regular check-up when suddenly, he needed to be admitted because of increase in blood sugar and blood pressure. Patient was admitted to ROC under the service of Dr. Fortuno. Patient was placed on a Low Sodium, Low Fat DM diet, was hooked on plain LR 1L x 12 hours. His medications include Humulin 70/30 30-20 units 5Q pre-meals, Renitec 20 mg OD, Adalat 30 mg GITS OD, Prialta 30 mg OD.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Diagnostic tests such as CBC, FBS and CBS were done. Vital signs were monitored every 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On 1st hospitalization day, patient was hooked on IV fluid PLR 1L x 12 hours. Patient undergone CBG q 6 x 4 before meals, was given Humulin 70/30 30-20 units every before meals, Renitec 20 mg OD, Adalat 30 mg GITS OD, Prialta 30 mg OD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On 2nd hospitalization day, second IVF PLR 1L x 12 hours was hooked. Patient continued medications. Increased in dosage of Humulin 70/30 35-25 units 5Q 30 minutes before meals. Patient was given Telvusaitan 80 mg (PRITOR) tablet now and then OD, his IVF was to consume. He was also given OMX capsule TID 7 hours after meals, decrease his CBG to q 12 hours (5:30 A.M. /P.M.) before meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3rd hospitalization day, patient may be discharge the next day. He was given home medications such as Humulin 70/30 (35-25 units), PRITOR 80 mg OD, OMX BID. He has a follow up on January 21, 2008 RM M 205. He was to refer orders for discharge. He was instructed increase dosage of Adalat to 60 mg tablet OD. First dose of Adalat was given. Patient was normal, afebrile, no headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4th day of hospitalization, still the patient was placed on a Low Sodium, Low Fat diet. Patient has Blood Pressure elevation. He still underwent CBG q 12 hours until 5:30 P.M. Patient was advised to go home afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Home Medications:&lt;br /&gt; Humulin 70/30 (35-25 units) every before meals&lt;br /&gt; Pritor 80 mg OD&lt;br /&gt; OMX BID&lt;br /&gt; Adalat increased to 60 mg tablet OD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disposition: Discharged&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-7767894978055102529?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7767894978055102529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=7767894978055102529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7767894978055102529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7767894978055102529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2008/01/capillary-blood-sugar-date-time-result.html' title=''/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-16594036058321787</id><published>2007-12-31T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:10:39.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R3nO1EpHw5I/AAAAAAAAACI/101FlS0q5os/s1600-h/kkk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R3nO1EpHw5I/AAAAAAAAACI/101FlS0q5os/s320/kkk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150375060049478546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-16594036058321787?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/16594036058321787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=16594036058321787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/16594036058321787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/16594036058321787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year_31.html' title=''/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R3nO1EpHw5I/AAAAAAAAACI/101FlS0q5os/s72-c/kkk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-9089846803909831884</id><published>2007-12-28T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T02:29:39.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...shOuLd i stiLl LoVe yOu.,?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,i doN't kNow whAt tO fEeL... .,i aM raNdoMLy seARchiNg thE iNteRneT..aNd guEsS whAt i sAw., .,uRgGgHh..! .,iT wAs yOuR piCtuRe witH yOuR giRL.. ...i duNno whAt tO fEeL rigHt nOw..! ..iT's mAkiNg a sh*t oUt oF mE... .,yOuR iMaGe kEpt pLayiNg oN my miNd... .,yOu huGgiNg hEr.. .,heR kiSsiNg yOu.,evEn juSt oN yOur chEeCk.. .,iT's kNockiNg oFf thE heLl ouT oF mE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,i'M stARtiNg tO fORgeT yOu..buT juSt a sMaLl iMagE oF yOuRs.,juSt oNe peRsoN whO wouLd sAy yOuR naMe.. .,aLl my efFoRts.,coMe oFf thE pRisoN... .,oMigOsh..! ..whAt shOuLd i dO.,?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i stiLl cOuLd recALl thE theMe soNg oF LASTIKMAN... &lt;em&gt;"kaya kong gawin lahat para sayo..."&lt;/em&gt; .,yEah i cOuLd dO thAt.,but hEy..! ...yOu aNd fAte wouLdn'T aLloW mE..! ..aNd yOuR gOiNg tO geT maRry..theRe's notHing tO stOp bOth oF yOu nOw..! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,.juSt wiSh yOu LuCk..! .,bOth oF yOu..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...xOoxOoxoOo... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-9089846803909831884?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/9089846803909831884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=9089846803909831884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/9089846803909831884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/9089846803909831884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-4136581628948531142</id><published>2007-12-26T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:56:43.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;..WISHING I COULD STILL DREAM ABOUT YOU..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i stiLl wiSh thAt i couLd stiLl dReAm abOut yOu... .,mAybe iN a difFEreNt sceNeRy oR.,cAn bE thE coNtinuAtiOn oF my dReaM thAt yOu sAid 'i LoVe yOu!'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,i reALly reALly waNna drEam abOut yOu.. ...kAhiT nA sA paNagiNip nA LaNg tAyO mAgkasAma.,okAy LaNg..aTLeAst wE cOuLd stiLl bE tOgethER... .,eVen iN my wiLdeSt dReAm... .,buT i diDn'T dReaMed abOut yOu.,yeSteRdAy niGht... .,oR evEn aNy othER dReAm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kAkaAsaR naMan..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-4136581628948531142?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4136581628948531142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=4136581628948531142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/4136581628948531142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/4136581628948531142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-311892863018786764</id><published>2007-12-25T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:13:42.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..a bitTeRswEet dReaM foR chRistmAs dAy..!</title><content type='html'>.,deCembeR 24, 2007..biSpeRas ng pAsko.. ..my twO siSteRs.,my cOusiN whO stAys witH uS aNd i.,heARed mAsS... .,my mOm coOked aNd my dAd gRiLled... ,thAt's enOugh foR uS paRa sa sALu-saLo nuNg nOche buEna... .,my  cOusiNs.,kuyA roNaLd aNd kuyA chAmbeRLain togEtheR witH hiS wiFe aNd mg paMangkin caMe ovEr.. .,pApa.,my uNcLe aNd my tWO maLe cOusiNs fiLled theiR pLeAsuRes iN dRiNking LiquOr... .,aNd wE.,? ..wE aTe aNd thEn siNg ouR heARts ouT oN thE vidEOke uNtiL 3:30 aM of deceMbeR 25..nOw thAt's whAt we caLl 'LaSt vOiCe staNdiNg'..haHaAha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..thEn wE sLept aT about 4:45-5:00 aM...nOt thAt suRe.. .,aNd i hAd a bitTeRswEet drEam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,iN my dReaM., i wAs wiTh my fRieNds.. ...buT diFfeRent ciRcLe oF fRieNds...my beStfRieNd khAt iS thE oNLy oNe whO wAs oLd faMiLiaR fAce thAt i sAw iN my dReaM... .,aNywAys.,iN my dReaM.,iT wAs aS iF aLl oF uS (i thiNk we'Re abOut 12 fRieNds) weRe stAyiNg aT oNe rOof... .,thEn thE scEneRy suDdeNLy chAnged..wE thEn weRe ridiNg oN a tRaiN.,soMewhAt LiKe mRt... .,aNd theN.,oNe guY whO seAts a seAt awAy fRoM me..LiKes mE...i doN't kNow hOw aNd whY,..buT iT's juSt iT..! .,buT hE waSn't adMittiNg thAt... .,khAt wAs siTtiNg neXt tO mE... .,aNd gOd..!.,thE maN oF my dReaMs.,thE mAN thAt i LoVe...thE maN i Am staRtiNg tO fOrgeT..wAs theRe tOo.. .,LeT's juSt call hiM.,ALEX... .,hE wAs seATing aT my LeFt siDe..buT hE wAs nOt beSide mE..hE sEats fAciNg nOrth.. .,tApoS.,yuNg guY nA mAy guSto sAkiN.,LeT's caLl hiM MIKE..heLd my hANd..thEn i shAke it oFf..sABi kO.,'doN't tOuCh mE ngA!'... .,thEn hE aNsweRed bAck.,'paRa mAy tiTigNan LaNg eH!'., ,thEn saBi kO kAy ALEX.,'cAn i LoOk aT yOuR haNds?'..thEn si MIKE naMan buManAt.,'paRe mAy guSto taLagA sAyO yAn!'..thEn iNirApaN kO siyA aNd nuNg huMintO yuNg tRaiN.,i waLked OuT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,tapOs.,thEy diDn'T miNd mE waLkiNg ouT..kayA nuNg nAg-gABi nA.,thEy aLl gOt woRriEd abOut mE.,pAti si ALEX...eEeEeHhHh..kiNikiLig akO sA idEa nA yuN... .,tapOs.,kiNabukAsan.,hiNanAp niLa akO.,thEy fouNd mE sA isAng hOuSe.,soMewheRe iN a squAtTeR's aReA...thEn mikE sAid hiS soRry...aNd i fOrgAve hiM...he sAid tHAt hE didN't meAn whAt hE sAid.,hE oNLy exCLaoMed thAt beCauSe hE gOt jeALouS beCause hE LiKes mE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tHen.,kiNabukAsAn.,pAgkAgisiNg niLa...waLa akO sA hOuSe.,sO thEy pAnic agAin..aNd hinAnap na naMan niLa kO.,aNd thEy fOuNd mE sA rAiNe's hOuSe.,heRe iN vaLeNzueLa.. aNd i aM wiTh khAt thAt tiMe... .,wheN ALEX LeARned abOut thAt ouR fRieNds aLreAdy fOuNd mE.,hE huRriEd tO geT bAck hoMe.. .,whEn hE aRriVed.,i wAs siTtiNg oN thE diNing aRea.,aNd chAttiNg wiTh my fRieNds.,thEn hE caLled mE.,'saRah!' thEn i LoOked bAck.. ,i ruN towARds hiM.,at hE huGged me.,whiLe cARryiNg mE.,thEn.,biNuLoNg niyA sAkiN na 'i worriEd aLot abOut yOu! doN't do thAt agAin!' he whiSpeRed aNgRiLy...theN sBi kO naMan 'hiNdi nA mAuULit!'... .,thEn hE sAid 'i Love yOu, yOu kNow!' ..aNd ouT oF nOwheRe.,hE sAw a papER.,whiCh i hAd wRitTen., break a leg=ALEX (syEmpRe, hiS ReaL naMe wAs tHe oNe wRitTen thERe... .,theN tiNanoNg niyA kuNg aNo yuN...aNd i sAid iT meAnt a gOodLuCk fOR hiM.. .,aNd he sMiLed.,thEn kiSseD mE oN my shOuLder.,thEn i sAy 'yOu kNow whAt? i LoVe yOu tOo!' .,thEn hE huGged mE tightER...aNd aNd i gAve hiM a peCk oN hiS neCk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,tapOs nuN nagiSing nA kO..kAsi iT's aLreAdy 12:30 pM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i juSt LoVe thAt dReaM...paRang tOtoOng-tOtoO..yuNg pAg-hug niyA.,sEeMs sO reAL.,thAT whEneveR i recALl thAt scENe oN my dreAM.,i stiLl couLd feEL hiS aRms aRouNd mE..hiS LiPs agAinst my shOuLdeRs... .,iT wAs sO sOo swEEt..thAt i stiLl cOuLd nOt geT eNough oF iT..! .,aNd i stiLl waNt tO dreaM abOut thAt..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,i wiSh thAt dReaM wouLd bE tRue..! .,i aM stiLl dRowNed by iT's swEetnEsS..! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-311892863018786764?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/311892863018786764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=311892863018786764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/311892863018786764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/311892863018786764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/12/bittersweet-dream-for-christmas-day_25.html' title='..a bitTeRswEet dReaM foR chRistmAs dAy..!'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-4964017607271583255</id><published>2007-12-22T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:10:40.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..thANk yOu...</title><content type='html'>..deCembeR 19, 2007… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,iT’s kiRo’s biRthdAy bAsh… .,hE hAd tReAt us aT., KFC tRinoMa… .,wE hAd such a gReAt tiMe.,haNging ouT… .,wE aLl hAd fuN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..,evEn thOugh wE hAd deAL ouR busiNesSes fiRst at sT. micHAeL fAmiLy hOspitAL.,at mAriLao, buLacAn..thAt diDn’t stOp uS tO hAve ouR pLanNed gimMick… .,buT befOre LeAviNg tHe sAid hOspitAl.,we hAd ouR ‘kRis kRiNgLe’ fiRst… .,aNd my “bAby”,mARieL LikEd heR giFt… .,my pAreNt wAs cARLo… .,I gOt reaLly shOcked.. becAuse I thougHt cARLo’s bAby wAs jEn.. …I wAs wRoNg..hE juSt mAde mE beLieve.,beCaUse hE diDn’t wAnt mE tO fiNd ouT about iT…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..fRom mAriLao.,wE rOde a jEepnEy., upTo maLandAy.,aNd fRoM malaNdAy we rOde a buS… .,we LefT thE hOspitAL pAsSed 2..aNd heLl..iT’s aLmoSt 5 buT wE were stiLl oN tHe buS…thE tRaFfiC wAs nOt mOviNg…iT wAs LiteRaLly aNd figuratively sLow… .,we aRriVed at nORth aVe. at exactly 4:30 pM.. .,we went uP stairs.. .,aNd suddeNLy wE gOt struCk.. .,theRe wAs a LitTLe bOy.,with hiS father.,hE iS suffeRing fRom hydrOcephaLus.. iT wAs sO heart-bReAking.. .,wE kNew thAt hiS fatheR diDn’t waNt tO dO that..buT hE hAd nO othEr choiCe..i gOt teary becauSe oF thAt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R20RVEpHw4I/AAAAAAAAACA/_fGC5XGT1WU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R20RVEpHw4I/AAAAAAAAACA/_fGC5XGT1WU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146789002875487106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             ..thE b-dAy bOy..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R20OIEpHw3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/uheP-M3ZKUU/s1600-h/bhezzies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R20OIEpHw3I/AAAAAAAAAB4/uheP-M3ZKUU/s320/bhezzies.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146785481002304370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,beStfRieNds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R20NY0pHw2I/AAAAAAAAABw/IqCmqXr512k/s1600-h/laki+ng+ngiti.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R20NY0pHw2I/AAAAAAAAABw/IqCmqXr512k/s320/laki+ng+ngiti.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146784669253485410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,ngiTi mOh pA bEybEh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R20MD0pHw1I/AAAAAAAAABo/lUu1otgnqbg/s1600-h/chicken.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R20MD0pHw1I/AAAAAAAAABo/lUu1otgnqbg/s320/chicken.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146783208964604754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Laki ng biBig...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…afteR thAt we weNt tO kFc tO eAt LuNch.,LuNch aT 4:30 pM.,foR gOd’S sAke..! .,eH kAso iNabOt ng tRaFfic eh.. .,after thAt we hAd ouR siMbaNg gAbi.,theRe wAs a mAsS beSide stARbuCks… .,theN aftEr thAt wE weNt tO tiMe zOne tO pLay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…aftEr pLayiNg.,tuMambAy kaMi sA mAy LawN sA tapAt ng ZARA… .,sA LabAs.. .,wE hAd spiN thE bottLe.. aNd aSks oNe quEstiOn fOR eAch oNe oF uS… .,iT wAs a nice aNd gReAt gimMiCk nigHt… .,i gOt LoNeLy afteR thAt.,thOugh….  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,theRe hAd bEen iSsuEs I deaLt wiTh thEse pAst 2 dAys… .,kiRo aNd i hAd exchaNged oF teXts LaSt nigHt…nahALata niyA nA sAd acOh..thEn hE sAid.,iNdi dAw siyA saNay ng gaNitO acOh..i repLyed bAck.,’yOu shouLd geT uSed tO it’ …buT my mOod shifted tO much LightEr oNe naMan nA eh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..oveR aLl.,i eNjOyed tHis wEeK..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-4964017607271583255?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4964017607271583255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=4964017607271583255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/4964017607271583255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/4964017607271583255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you.html' title='..thANk yOu...'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/R20RVEpHw4I/AAAAAAAAACA/_fGC5XGT1WU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-2870526384840755829</id><published>2007-12-09T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:36:54.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..fEeLiNg stRangE agAin..!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-2870526384840755829?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2870526384840755829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=2870526384840755829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/2870526384840755829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/2870526384840755829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-4872657602049060062</id><published>2007-12-08T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:26:50.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;..hApPy dAy..(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..rigHt nOw..i feEL sO LigHt.. .,opPosiTe of whAt i fELt yeSteRdAy.,aNd LasT LaSt nigHt... ,.my fathER.,cOoked my fAVoriTe 'exOtiC fOod".,i thiNk.. PAPAITAN.. ...hMmMm...yuMmy..! ..,hAhaHaha... .,si pApa.,mAy LakAd dApat kaNina.,aNd sO hE bAde uS gOodbyE., ,hE sAid "oh! aalis na ko!" .,sO i wAs LiKe., "babye papa!" aNd my sistER weNt.,"bye!" ..wiTh maTchiNg wAviNg oF haNds pA yuN... ..hAhaHaha... .,tapOs.,eh hiNdi nAtuLoy yuNg LakAd ni pApa..sO.,buMaLik pApasOk ng bahAy... .,sAbi niyA..,"hi!" .,aNd i exCLaiMed.,"ang bilis mo PA ah?" thEn wE aLl LaugH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...meRon pA.,nuNg si cRistAL naMan.,sinabi ni mAma kAy pApa.,"katulad ka talaga ng anak mo!" .,pApa aNsweRed.,"sino?" .,saBi ni maMa.,"eh di si cristal." .,bigLang buManAt si pApa.,"hindi ah!"... .,thEn nAg-ngisAy ngisAyan si criStaL sAying.,"waaahhh! kinaiila mo ko papa! ang sakiiiitttt!!!" .,aNd thEn we aLl LaugHed sO hARd... .,hAhaHaha..si pApa tuLoy.,nasAmid.. .,hAhahHahaha... ,gRabe aNg tawAnan naMin... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,aNd theN my titO viSits uS... .,siNgLe yuN eH.,sO waLang pRobLem kahiT sAn puMuntA okAy LaNg... .,then.,he bRouGht choCoLatEs on stiCks... .,yuN baNg in difFeRent coLoRs aNd shApEs.. .,eH LahAt kaMi diTo Loves.,chOcoLates...wEeEeHhHh... .,yOn...eh spEciaL pA yuN kaSi he wAs tHe one whO mAde thAt...yuMmy.. .,i aM eAtiNg pa ngA riN tHat choCoLate eH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,sA mgA naNgyaRing yAn nA masAya sA buhAy cOh.,i juSt whiSpeRed to myseLf awhiLe agO.,'i think i don't need you to make me happy! my family is enough for me. masaya lang kami araw-araw, kahit huwag ka ng dumating sa buhay ko.ooookkkaaayyyy lang! wala na ko care! masaya lang kami and healthy ang lahat at walang nag-aaway, for sure i'll forget you! and besides, you brought so many heartaches na... ayoko na! it's time to move on na, kasi sobra na!' ...theN yuN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...paRang guMaAn nA yuNg fEELing cOh... .,mAybE seTtiNg fReE iS eNLighteNing taLagA... .,aNd i regReted thAt.,ngAyon cOh LaNg siyA naReaLize.,kuNg keLan madAmi nA cOh napuhuNan..buT i am reALly nOt regRetiNg whAt i hAve feLt fOr yOu... .,i guEsS thAt mAde me a stRongEr peRson.. kAsi nALaMan cOh nA tAo taLagA cOh.. .,LoL... ,buT kiDdiNg asiDe.,tOtoO yuN kAsi.,iT maDe me reALized thAt.,i caN drEaM fOr thE mOst iMpoSsibLe tHing heRe oN eARth... ..aNd nOt oNLy thAt.,nAgiNg napAkamAkhAta cOh..i eARned aN iNteRest fOr wRitiNg pOeMs aNd stoRiEs... .,aNd yuNg datiNg kiNataTamarAn cOh.,kiNahiLigAn cOh nA riN..,aNg PAGBABASA... .,hAhaHa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,weLl.,kuNg maRaming poSitiVe sides aNg naRamdaMan cOh fOr hiM.,maRami riN naMang pOsitiVes aNg nAngyAyaRi ngAyon.,nOw thAt i aM LeTtiNg gO... .,i cAn fOcuS moRe oN my stuDiEs..,witHout hiM.,iNteRruptiNg my buSy miNd... .,kapAg naMan puMasOk siyA sA kuKote cOh eH.,i cOuLd shAke iT oFf agAd.,yAn eH pAg nAgrEReviEw LaNg... peRo whEn i aM aLone.,i stiLl reMeMbeR hiM..LiKe nOw... ...buT i kNow.,i'Ll LeARn tO foRgEt hiM...&lt;br /&gt;...sOon..(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..aNd oH..!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; .,hiNdi pA diN acOh nAkaKakAin sA bAgoNg bukAs nA bRanch ng jOLliBeE sA tApat ng scHoOL..*sigh...)':&lt;br /&gt;...hAhahAhaHah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-4872657602049060062?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4872657602049060062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=4872657602049060062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/4872657602049060062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/4872657602049060062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-5122592644593064728</id><published>2007-12-06T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:39:48.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..siTtiNg iN fRoNt oF my coMputEr..</title><content type='html'>...i aM cuRrenTLy siTtiNg iNfRont oF my pC... .,my nEighbOr iS iNteRviEwiNg my gRandmOtheR.,abOut tHe woRLd wAR 2... ..kuLit ni LoLa.,nAgpaLit ng daMit aNd nAg-maKe up pA.. ,LoL..:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..aNywAys.,i juSt fiNishEd fiXiNg my bLog.. .,aNd i LiKed iT... ,whiLe fiXiNg my bLog.,i wAs eatiNg a buNch oF juNk fOods..hEheHe..:p ..,weLl... ..Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,soMetiMes.,thE oPposiTe oF whAt yOu'Re expEctiNg.,iS whAt iS haPpeNing.. .,aNd tHat iS whAt iS pReseNtLy haPpeNing tO mE..i aM nOt regRetiNg iT.,tHouGh... .,soMetiMes, wE nEed tO geT wOuNded iN a batTLe tO LeARn ceRtaiN LeSsoNs iN LiFe.,aNd tO kNow hOw wE shOuLd geT up...buT nOt tO figHt bAck.,iNsteAd.,tO LeaRn hOw tO aCcepT ouR deFeiT.. .,iT's nOt uNusuAL tO fALl iNLoVe... .,buT iT's uBeR uNusuAL tO faLl foR soMeoNe.,wHo iS baReLy yOuR fRieNd.,nOr aN eNeMy,nOr aN aCquAintAnce... ,.hE doeSN't kNow thAt yOu exiSt.,thAt siMpLe... ,aNd thAt stRugGLe iS whAt i aM gOiNg thRougH... .,buT as whAt thEy uSuALly sAy.,wE shOuLd bE LiKe a soLdieR.,brAve aNd stRoNg.. buT.,wE shOuLd aLso LeaRn whEn iS tHe rigHt tiMe to suRreNder... ..aNd i kNow thAt tHis veRy mOMent.,iS thAt rigHt tiMe... .,iT's nO uSe waiTiNg fOR soMeoNe whO iSn't coMing... .,tHe meRe faCt thAt.,thE situAtiOn iS oNe sidEd.,wAy baCk tHen.,diDn'T maDe me reALizEd thAt i maDe mySeLf moRe stuPid..LiteRaLly aNd figuRatiVeLy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,i kNow thAt.,i shOuLd'Ve mAde tHis dEcisiOn.,befoRe... ,.buT my heARt wAs thE oNe whO madE mE stupiD.,aLl aLoNg.. ...aNd i aCcept iT aLreAdy... .,nOw.,i am maKing a mOve tO befRieNds wiTh thEm... .,iF thEy migHt nOt aCcepT thE fRiENdship i aM oFfeRing.,i adMit.,i wiLl bE disMay...buT hEy..! .,LiFe shOuLd stiLl gO oN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..buT i kNow.,dEep iN my heARt.. i stiLl LoVe hiM..i aM stiLl hOpiNg fOR a chaNce... .,iT's juSt iT..i stiLl fEeL soMetHing speCiaL fOr hiM... .,aNd i woNdeR whEn i cOuLd fuLly reCoveR... ..weLl.,oNe tHing iS fOr sure... iT's nOt yeT nOw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..aNywAy.,eNougH oF taLkiNg abOut my EXCRUTIATING PAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,ouR pRoFeSsoR iN ouR MS cLasS.,diDn'T aRriVe...sO wE hAd ouR----BONDING TIME..! .,hEheEheee.. .,thAt's whAt i reALly Love..LaugHing.,teLliNg aNd ListeNing abOut tHe LateSt tSismiS... .,eh i bOught magAziNes awhiLe agO...eH di bAsa-basA kaMi.. .,uNtiL.,a pRofeSsoR cAme iN ouR cLasS.,akaLa naMin kuNg anO nA...yuN paLa kUkuhAin LaNg niyA yuNg OHP... .,hAhaHaAahh... ..yuNg mgA cLasSmaTes cOh.,tHey gOt theMseLves bAck tO theiR pRopeR sEat nA..yuN paLa uMepAL Lang yuNg pRof... .,hAhaHa... .,thEn.,aftEr a meANwhiLe.,nAgkaguLo nA sA baNdaNg LikurAn...yuN paLa mAy nAgpRoviDe nA ng yeLlow pApeR fOr tHe aTteNdaNce... .,sO kaMi hiNdi nA kaMi nakiguLo... .,nOiSe iS oveRpowERiNg tHe profEsSoR's vOiCe iN tHe neXt rOom... .,yuNg mgA seCtiOn 6 naMan.,thEy aRe ouR rOoMmaTes.,nAki-siT iN sA cLaSs nuNg uMepAL nA pRof... .,kaMi naMan nAguwiAn nA... .,eH heLlo..! ..nAkaKahiyAng suMit-iN kAsi.,tHe cLasS stARted aLreAdy... .,tapOs nuNg uuWi na kaMi.,wE bOugHt hAnd ouTs fOr MS aNd COMMUNITY... .,aNd whiLe sheRrybeLl wAs LoOkiNg fOr a haNd ouT fOR ouR OB cLasS.,my beStfRieNd khAt.,LefT uS na paLa... hiNdi mAn LaNg nAgsaBi..sO wE nEeDed to wAit fOR kiRo pA.,tO aSk abOuT heR.,hE sAid sHe aLreAdy LeFt... .,kaYa..wE LeFt tHe sChoOL pReMisEs nA riN.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..thAt's aLl thAt haPpeNed tO my dAy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,aNd oOhHh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;    .,bukAs nA aNg JoLlibEe sA tapAt ng schOoL...,yeEepPpEeEhHh..! .,LoL..:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-5122592644593064728?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-3918672137906562382</id><published>2007-12-04T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:55:08.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>..iT's chRistmAs nA..!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeAh..! .,my favoRite hoLidAy of thE yeAR... .,becAuse tHe auRa oF tHe peOpLe iN tHis seAson iS sOo pOsitiVe.. .,aNd i LiKe iT thAt wAy... ..hEy..! ,..santa is coMing..! ..haHahAa..LoL... .,mY cHiLdiSh heARt stiLl hOpes foR a cLaus.,thAt wiLl entER eveRy hOusEs tHrougH iT's cHimNeys... ..hEhe.. .,Love iT..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..aNywAys.,my fathEr diDn't hAve a scHeduLe yeSteRday...sO he deCided tO puT chRistmAs decoRatiOn outSide ouR hOuse... .,eH waLa pA naMan aCoh yeSteRday.. .,i wAs aT schOoL,eARLy iN tHe moRning... .,i pAid tHe baLanCe iN my tUitiOn fEe.,aftEr pAyiNg,wE bOughT tHe neEded bOok fOR ouR eNgLish subJect... ..aftEr tHat.,puMuntA kaMi ni khAt.,aNd caRLo sA diVisoRia... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wE bougHt ouRseLves nEw stuFfs... .,i bOugHt a bLouSe.,a cRocOdiLe skiN bAg aNd a cRocO skiN pOuCh... .,aLl fOr LeSs 300 bOx.. .,oH dibA... ..LoL.. ,hiNdi ngA..kiDdiNg asiDe.,sA 168 maLl yOu cAn buy eveRytHing iNa Low,LOw pRiCe..mAy tawAd pA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,aNywAy.,afteR shOpPiNg.,i weNt hoMe nA... ,.siyeMpRe sAaN pA bA cOh pU2ntA,.rigHt,.? ..hAhaAa.. .,pAgdaTiNg cOh sA mAy kaNto.. .,nAgtakA cOh kAsi.,mAy supeR coLorfuL nA bahAy.,aNd sobrAng bOnggAng-bongGa ng LigHts.. .,aNg astig ng puNo ng mALungGay ni pApa..buhAy nA buhAy daHiL sA cHRistmAs LigHts... .,sBi cOh ngA sa saRiLi cOh.,'bahAy bA naMin yAn,.?' .,nApatuNayan cOh nA LaNg yuN.,nuNg naSa tapAt nA cOh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,weLl.,pAgpaSok cOh ng hOuSe.,siNukAt cOh yuNg bLouse nA biNiLi cOh.,togetHer wiTh tHe skiNny jeAns i juSt bOught LaSt satuRdAy..sA diVisoRia diN.. .,aNdi Love iT..! .,gOsh..! .,i'M geTtiNg eXcitEd sA darAtiNg dA LasT dAy ng pReLims naMin.,kASi mAy eXchaNge giFt kaMi.. .,hmmMm..sino kaYa naKabuNot sAkin..speAking oF.,waLa pA ngA paLa cOh pANgregALo.. .,dibALe.,i'M gOiNg tO diVisOriA uLit.. ...neXt weEk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,aLl iN aLl.,i aM hApPy tHis pAst fEw wEek...&lt;br /&gt;.,tHis iS juSt fOR nOw..xOoxOoOo...(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-3918672137906562382?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3918672137906562382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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..LoL..jOke LaNg... ,.iNdi naMan... ,..buT.,hEy..! .,mahiRap nA masARap nA mgiNg nuRse nOh... ,.pRoven cOh nA yAn.,tuWing mAgdu-duTy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..,aNg mahiRap Lang naMan taLaga sA nuRse eH yuNg dapAt.,yOu kNow tHe baCkgRouNd ng mGa kNowLedgE nG mgA doCtoRs aNd.,dapAt yOu woN't bReAk aNy steRiLe teChniqUe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,peRo sA opeRatiNg rOom LaNg naMan yaNg sTeriLe teChniqUe nA yaN eh... ..sA waRd aNd sA deLiveRy rOom aNg masAya...syeMpre iNcLude nA natiN aNg NuRseRy dibA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..yuN LaNg munA fOr nOw..tApuSin cOh nA dRug stUdy cOh..aNtok na cOh eh.. .,aNd mAaga pA duTy cOh toMorRow eh.. ,..tsAka iNdi nA gumAgaNa ng mAtiNo utAk cOh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...xOoxoOo... .,sAh..:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-6805301137254185712?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6805301137254185712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=6805301137254185712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/6805301137254185712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/6805301137254185712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='॥मोंदय।,नवम्बर २६, २००७...'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-5208100435023560880</id><published>2007-11-18T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T06:05:17.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...suNday.,November 18, 2007...</title><content type='html'>...weLl.,todAy iS quiTe oRdinAry suNday..! .,exCept foR tHe fACt nA.,my tWo siSters.,my cOusiN aNd i diD heAR mAsS.,juSt awhiLe aGo... ,.mAybe thAT's wHy gOd diDn't gAve mE whAt i aM wiShing fOR... ,mAybE becAuse.,i fuLfiLLed my pLeAsuRe fiRst befoRe i giVe my aLlotTed tiMe foR hiM eveRy suNdAy... .,hAy.. ..i shOuLd've gAVe my tiMe fiRst foR sAbBatH dAy.,befORe fuLfiLling my pLeasUre.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..aNywaYs.,yEah... .,uMiyAk na naMan acOh... ..,ewAn cOh bA.,? .,wHy aM i uSed iN cRyiNg.,kapAg hiNdi cOh siYa nAkiKitAng nAgi-iMpRoVe... ..buT i aM oNLy wiShiNg fOr hiS bEst nOh..! '..dO i nEed tO cRy teARs oF bLoOd..befoRe yOu iMpRoVe.,? ..,whAt dO i nEed tO dO,.?' ...hAy... ,..weLl.. .,aNg saKit mOh sA uLo..! .,aNg saKit mOh pA sA puSo... ..kAaSar naMan... ,.nAgiGing iyAkin pA tuLoy acOh ng dAhiL sAyO... ,.hiNdi naMan acOh iyAkin eH... ,.ngAyOn acOh nAgsiSisi nA piNagtawAnan cOh mgA baRkadA cOh.,befoRe nuNg uMiiyAk siLa becAuse oF LoVe... ,.aNd pinAgsiSisihAn cOh diN nA.,i sAid tO myseLf nA.,i wouLd nevER fALl iNLove.,aNd iF evEr i'Ll faLl for soMeone.,i'Ll mAke suRe hE wN't mAke mE cRy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,ngAyon tuLOy.,dun pa sA LaLakiNg napAkahiRap mahALin aCoh nAhuLog... .,aNg gAga cOh kaSi eh.. ..i couLd'Ve mAde a cHoiCe nOt tO fALl foR hiM buT i stiLl.,diD..! ..iS tHis a cuRse,.? ...weLl.,i cAn aNsweR tHis quEstiOn naMan eh... ,.HINDI..! .,aCoh LaNg naMan taLagA aNg nAgpApahiRap nG mgA bagAy-bagAy eh... .,iF oNLy.,i couLd've bAcK oFf.,aS eArLy aS i cAn..befORe iT gOt tHis woRst...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..eNougH oF taLkiNg abOut hiM... ,.hMmMm... ,..we'Re gOing tO hAve ouR duTy nA uLit.. ,.toMorRow.. ,.eH OR pA naMan kaMi.. ,.paNoh kaYA yuN,.? ...waLa pA naMan aCong hepA B vaCciNe..! .,kiNakabAhan tuLoy acOh... ..bakA kAsi pAuwiiN acoH.. ...kapAg hinAnapAn acOh ng hEpA vaCciNe tapOs waLa aCong mAipakiTa... ,.qUe baRbaridAd..! .,pAnOh yuN..! .,shOcks... ...ang saKit taLagA ng mgA pRobLemAng tOh sA uLo..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-5208100435023560880?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5208100435023560880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=5208100435023560880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/5208100435023560880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/5208100435023560880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/11/sundaynovember-18-2007.html' title='...suNday.,November 18, 2007...'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-445685252060108271</id><published>2007-11-18T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T05:30:27.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...oMg..!</title><content type='html'>...oh my gOSh..! .,whAt a niCe soNg..! ,..i tHink.,tHis iS tHe tagALog veRsioN oF 'gRoW oLd wiTh yOu' by adAm saNdLer eH... .,aNg gandA taLaga ng soNg nA tOh pRoMise.,i tHink iT's muCh bettER tHan 'gRow oLd wiTh yOu'... ..kAya nGa LaNg.,'gRow oLd wiTh yOu pa diN kAsi yuNg oRig eH..! ..buT aNywaYs.,heRe's tHe LyriCs... ,.i'Ll siNg tHis soNg oVer aNd oveR..kpAg mAgo-OpeN acOh ng bLog cOh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasama Kang Tumanda&lt;br /&gt;By: Stage Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itong awiting ito&lt;br /&gt;ay alay sayo&lt;br /&gt;sintonado man tong mga pangako sayo&lt;br /&gt;ang gusto ko lamang&lt;br /&gt;makasama kang tumanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patatawanin kita pag hindi ka masaya&lt;br /&gt;bubuhatin kita pag rinayuma ka na&lt;br /&gt;oh kay sarap isiping kasama kang tumanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibibili ng balot pag mahina na ang tuhod&lt;br /&gt;ikukuha ng gamot pag sumakit ang likod&lt;br /&gt;oh kay sarap isiping kasama kang tumanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasamahan kahit kailan man&lt;br /&gt;mahigit kumulang ‘di mabilang&lt;br /&gt;tatlumpung araw sa isang buwan&lt;br /&gt;umabot man tayo sa three-thousand one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magmukha mang bruha pag gising sa umaga&lt;br /&gt;pupunasan ko pa ang muta mo sa mata&lt;br /&gt;oh kay sarap isipin kasama kang tumanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paglalaba pa kita&lt;br /&gt;matapos mamalantsya&lt;br /&gt;kahit abut-abutin man ako ng pasma&lt;br /&gt;oh kay sarap isiping kasama kang tumanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasamahan kahit kailan man&lt;br /&gt;mahigit kumulang ‘di mabilang&lt;br /&gt;tatlumput araw sa isang buwan&lt;br /&gt;umabot man tayo sa three-thousand one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labs na labs parin kita&lt;br /&gt;kahit bungi-bungi ka na&lt;br /&gt;para sakin ikaw parin ang pinaka maganda&lt;br /&gt;oh kay sarap isiping kasama kang tumanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at nangangako sayo’ng&lt;br /&gt;pag sinagot mo’ng oo&lt;br /&gt;iaalay sayo buong puso ko&lt;br /&gt;sumangayon ka lamang&lt;br /&gt;kasama kang tumanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-445685252060108271?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/445685252060108271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=445685252060108271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/445685252060108271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/445685252060108271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg.html' title='...oMg..!'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-7162155343786383595</id><published>2007-11-17T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T03:35:53.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...anOh bA taLagA,.?</title><content type='html'>...i reALly cOuLdn't deCide.,wheTheR i sHouLd sEe tHis peRson wHo's bEen buGgiNg mE.,foR aLmOst a yeAR aNd a haLf nOw...&lt;br /&gt;..i doN't kNow wiTh mYseLf..,i aM afRaid..reALly,.. .,i doN't kNow wHy iM afRaid...&lt;br /&gt;,.i tOLd my beStfRieNd khAt.,abOut whAt i aM feELing aNd shE juSt sAid thAt my reAson iS so uNreAsonabLe.. ,..buT whAt cAn i dAMn dO,.? ...tHis iS whAt i feEL...&lt;br /&gt;.,i aM afrAid oF tHe pOsSibiLity thAt he'Ll sEe me liKe tHis... ,.LiKe.......tHis..! .,AhHHhHh..! ...aHh ewAN..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-7162155343786383595?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7162155343786383595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=7162155343786383595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7162155343786383595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7162155343786383595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/2007/11/anoh-ba-talaga.html' title='...anOh bA taLagA,.?'/><author><name>sAh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136964831935154514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-2745081868665238162</id><published>2007-11-09T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T04:16:19.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..waLa LaNg pOh...</title><content type='html'>…siGuro iTo aNg magigiNg uNang bLog eNtry ko nA mAs maRami aNg taGaLog woRds.,keSa eNgLish… …aNywAys.,tHat’s nOt my puRpoSe kAya akO nAg-tyPe sA bLog kO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…waLa LaNg.,i’M juSt a biT sAd… ,.ewAn kO… ,.hMmMm…caN’t teLl tHe rEasoN eh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…i’Ll juSt type my opiNion abOut tHe ‘piNakasikAt nA bahAy’ sA buOng piLipinAs… ,.oOoPpPpsSs… ,.i mEan wHoLe woRLd… ,.beCause.,yOu kNow ‘Big Brother’ hAs cOnqueRed diFfeRent couNtRies aLl oVEr tHe woRLd…  …yeAh… …i aM talking about the ‘Pinoy Big Brother Celebrity Edition 2’… …weLl.,yEs… ,.nAnoNoOd akO nuN… ,.i LikE iT…teChnicaLly… ,.oN thE coNtRary.,i diDn’T LiKed iT aT fiRSt.,tHough… …hiNdi naMan siguRo aT tHe staRt agAd… ,.nuNg pRinopRomoTe pa LaNg siguRo… ,.duN,hiNdi kop A taLaga siyA guSto… ..kAsi nGa ni hiNdi kO maN LaNg piNanOod yuNg pAgpapakiLaLa sA mGa hOuSemAtes… ,.mAs piNiLi kOng paNoOrin si Brandon Routh sA ‘Superman Returns’…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..weLl.,i tHink Brandon.,iS worth tHe wAste of tiMe… ...eH supER cUte kaYa niYa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..aNywAys.,gO baCk to tHe reaL tOpiC… .,iN my opiNion.,Mariel Rodriguez iS responsible.,kayA mAs giNaganAhan aNg mga vieWers paNoOrin aNd PBB… ,.sHe hAve tHis chaRms nA hiNdi naKakAsawA aNd naKakaALiw siyA… ,.yOu wOuLd reaLly feEL nA sHe’s foR real… ,.nA tOtoO siYa… ,.daHiL yuNg kaARtehAn niYa eh yuNg natuRaL nA kaArtehAn ng mGa kikAy… ,.yuNg maArteNg nakAKataWa… ,.aNd hEy… ,.aNg cUte niLa ni Jon Avila togETher… ,.aNd i fEeL foR Jon.. ,.nakAkaAwa siyA.,beCause Ethel iS  acCusiNg hiM.,nA maNgagAmiT siyA… ,.buT I doN’t hAte Ethel… ,..iT’s juSt tHat.,mY sympathy iS foR Jon… ,.i doN’t kNow.,mAybe becAuse hE hAVe tHis aNgeLic fAce.,juSt LikE ~tOoOot~ hAvE… ,.ewAn…buT i tHink.,they hAve similarities.,kaYa gaNon nA LaNg aNg pAgsiMpatiyA kO sA kaNya… ..bUt doN’t geT mE wRong.,hE iS sO nOt my tYpe… ,.aNg Laki ng katAwan niyA nOh..! ,.yaAyYykKzZz… ,.eEeHhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..aNd I aLso LiKe Will… .,nakAkaAwa ngA siyA nuNg fiRst wEek niLa.,kaSi Lagi siyAng napApaRusahAn nOh… ,.aNd I tHink.,hE aNd Rizza mAkes a peRfect matCh… ,.tHey LoOk gOod toGEther.. ,..aNd Yayo Aguila is a gOod LeAder… ,.noOn pa LaNg nuNg.,pinApaNoOd kO yuNg mOviE niyA nA ‘Bagets’ aNd yuNg ‘G-mik’ i LikE heR nA taLagA eh… ,.mAs LaLo ngAyon… .,aNd si Ruben.,hE’s sO fuNny…I LikE hiM… ,.hE gives LiFe tO hiS hOusemaTes… ,.aNd si Megan Young..sHe’s sO charming… ,.si Gabby Dela Merced sAyang.,kAsi sHe hAs tO LeAve tHe hOuSe.,paRa sA seMinar niyA… ,.aNd wiTh tHat.,I aM haTs oFf tO heR… .,aNd si Baron.,hE hAs chaNged… ,.gOod dibA,.? .,aNd si Donnie.,napAKa LoW pRofiLe niyAng tAo aNd Mcoy tOo… ,.haTs oFf diN akO sA kAniLa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…i juSt LoVe wAtchiNg tHem.. ,.napAkaLivELy kAsi nG hOuSe ngAun eHh… .,yuN LaNg pOh aNg opiNion kO abOut sA kaNiLa…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-2745081868665238162?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2745081868665238162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-4758384365872145750</id><published>2007-11-08T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:39:33.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..haRana aNd kuNdimaN...</title><content type='html'>.,uHhHhMmm.. ,..heARing LoVestoRies of mY gRandparENts aNd my pArents.,wouLd sOMetiMes mAke mE eNd up tHinKing.,wOuLd i eXpeRieNce whAt tHey hAd eXpeRieNced bAck oN their tiMe… ,.whERe tHe eRa of HARANAs iS stiLl iN iT’s hOtTEst sTreAk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…i hAd waTChed seVEraL mOviEs tHat.,tHe aCtoRs aRe maKing HARANA tO tHeiR LeAdiNg LadiEs.. ,.LiKe.,aNdRew E. eVen tHouGh hE’s a ComEdiaN.,hE’s mAking seNSe naMan.,foR sHowiNg tHe viEWers hOw rOmaNtiC tHe Pinoys aRe… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…i aLso Love tHe KUNDIMANs… ,.i aM sO miSsiNg tHose stuFfs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i hAd wiShed befORe.,oF haVing a sUitOR LiKe my mAMa aNd LoLa diD hAVe.. ,.a suitOr Like pApa aNd LoLo… ,.a LoVer LiKe tHem… ,.a huBby Like tHem… ,.hOw i wiSHed tHe maN of my dReaMs.,iS LiKe tHem… ,.noT eXaCtLy LiKe tHem.,bUt sOme tRaiTs tHat i waNt hiM tO hAve… .,tHe pAtieNce tHat my LoLo sHowed oFf tO my LoLa aNd heR reLatiVEs… ,..tHe romANticism aNd kAkuLitaN tHat pApa poSseSs.,tHat mAde mAma feLl foR hiM… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,I aM sO waNting tHose sTuFfs… ,.buT I cAn’t fASt foRwaRd tHings juSt Like thAt… ,.i tHink I haVe tO eARn mysELf a tRust first..befORe I cOuLd baReLy tRust otHers fOR my haPpineSs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I hOpe aLl oF uS wOuLd fiNd ouR peRfeCt matChes…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-4758384365872145750?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-cgvS-Qvm4/S_ClnjDAsJI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kcf9E-i60D4/S220/FILE0016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525965896368698107.post-8344687534787138626</id><published>2007-10-17T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:42:00.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...toMorRow's tHe LasT oF sChoOL...</title><content type='html'>..gRabe.. ,.LasT dAy nA toMorRow.. ,..aNd i aM geTtiNg moRe neRvoUs.,eAch paSsiNg houR.. ...maLapiT nA juDgemeNt dAy ehHh... ,.eEeEeHhHhh... ...i aM sO neRvOus... ,.eErRr.. ,.gOodLuCk nA LaNg tO me aNd my fRieNds.. ,sA 31.,kuhaAn nA ng grAde...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-8344687534787138626?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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toMoRrow.,suNdAy.,oCtobeR 14, 2007.. ,.wHich iS a spEciaL dAy foR me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-7834463093750895768?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7834463093750895768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=7834463093750895768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7834463093750895768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/7834463093750895768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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aMandA's teAm up... ,.i tHink tHey mAke a gReat cOupLe... ,.tHey LoOked gOod togeTheR... ,.aNd tHe moVie iS fuNny.. .,buT on tHe otheR hAnd.,iT mADe seNse &lt;em&gt;naMan&lt;/em&gt;... ,.iT poRtRaits aBouT a giRL.,wHo drEam tO jOiN mEn's soCceR teAm.. ,.sO sHe pReTend aS heR bRotheR... ,.cOz heR bRotheR weNt tO LoNdon tO sTuDy muSic... ,..sO sHe gRaBbed tHe cHanCe.. ,.sHe asKed foR hEr fRieNds heLp...  ,.tHe mOviE sHowS tHat a giRL couLd aLso dO whAt guYs cAn dO.. ,.aNd wE cOuLd dO beTteR... ..sO gUys.,waTch ouT.. ,.cOz giRLs wouLd rOck tHe worLd..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-1267317926363925399?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1267317926363925399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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oRdiNary dAy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..oH weLl..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,LeT's taLk abOut.,fOod oF tHe riChes.. ,.gRabe..! ,.aNg mGa pAgkaiN niLa.,paRang kuRyenTe na naMin... ,.suS..! ..mAg-aAksaYa bA cOh nG P 4000.00 paRa lang sA isAng diSh... ,.hiNdi baLe nA LaNg... ,.aNg LuhO cOh naMan kuNg gaNon... ,..mahAL aNg tUitiOn fEe nG nuRsiNg nOh... ,.tSakA nA yuNg mGa pAgpApaSosyAL sA pAgkaiN.. ,.peRo iN aLl hoNesTy.,muKhA naMang fAiR aNg pResYo niLa eh... ,.aCtuaLly napAnOod cOh LaNg siLa sA RATED K... ,.aNd waLa taLaGa mA-sAy aNg LoLa nYo...&lt;br /&gt;..hAyYy.. ,.tHat'S aLl foR nOw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525965896368698107-7609017440412538654?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7609017440412538654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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10 pesOs nA agAd... ,.daMmiT..! ,.haLos maGmaKaAwa aCoh duN sA nAgbaBantAy nG pAypHone nA.,iF pWeDeng 5 peSos nA LaNg bayAd cOh sA pHoNe.. ,.kAso aNg aLeNg hiNdi mAn LaNg nAhabAg.,hiNdi puMayAg... ,.sO i pAid 10 peSos... ,.aNd napAgusApan na naMin ni pApa nA he'd piCk mE up sA guadALupe.,sA mAy jOLlibEe.,neAr a poLice sTatiOn.. ,.ksO kuLang nA moNey cOh.,30 peSos na LaNg.. ,.sO i hAd nO otheR reSouRce.,sO caLl uLiT aCoh sA hOuSe paRa mAgpasuNdo nA sA mOnumeNto ciRcLe.. ,.bwiZit..! ,.mAy kasAma paNg seRmoN aT LectuRe kuNg sAan aNg souTh bOuNd aT noRth bouNd LaNe nG rOad... ,.sO siNundO naMan aCoh ni pApa aT ni maMa sA moNumenTo ciRcLe.. ... aNd my faTheR maDe mE tO pRoMise tHat.,iT woN't haPpen aGain.. ,.oO naMan... ,.aYoKo na kaYa maGmukHang kaWawA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,.haYyYy.. ,.whAt aN eXpeRienCe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature&lt;br /&gt;Negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality&lt;br /&gt;Mutable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key phrase&lt;br /&gt;I Believe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keywords&lt;br /&gt;Nebulous, Impressionable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Trait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compasssion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principle&lt;br /&gt;Redemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symbol&lt;br /&gt;Two Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color&lt;br /&gt;Sea Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metal&lt;br /&gt;Platinum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gems&lt;br /&gt;Moonstone,&lt;br /&gt;Catseye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body part&lt;br /&gt;Feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 and 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower&lt;br /&gt;Water Lily &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbs&lt;br /&gt;Chicory, Lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countries&lt;br /&gt;Portugal, Scandinavia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cities&lt;br /&gt;Seville, Jerusalem, Warsaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ruler of Pisces is Neptune. Its symbol represents a pair of sea horses or sea lions yoked together. They dwell in the innermost regions of the sea, which is symbolic of life after death or regeneration. The image also represents a duality, the struggle of the spiritual soul within the physical body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt;Personal Traits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisceans are the most malleable of the twelve signs. They possess a gentle, patient nature, but one that is in want of molding. They can be impressed by and completely absorbed into their environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces adapts to their surroundings, good or bad. They are generous, friendly, good natured people with a true sense of kindness and compassion. They are sensitive to everything around them including the feelings of others. They are popular folk because of their easygoing and likable manner.They have an uncanny sense of perceiving what a person is in need of, and delivering it. They are not initiators, but rather allow circumstances and events to motivate them, and then they respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisceans are not practical people. They are too ephemeral for normal day to day living in the world. They are sensitive and instinctual rather than intellectual or mechanical.When, however, they do find the right container, they are capable of some incredible deeds. They will become completely absorbed in a chosen path, to the exclusion of everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive Traits&lt;br /&gt;Pisceans do best in an environment where they can exercise their imaginations and intuitive nature. They are gifted artistically. They are versatile and tend to understand things by absorption rather than logic. They are loyal, home-loving, kind and generous. They are receptive to new ideas and circumstances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They often make excellent artists in all fields because they have great imaginations.They possess wonderful creativity which is demonstrated in music, literature, drama and art. They appreciate luxury and pleasure, and are ripe for new sensations. When they travel, they prefer remote, exotic places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main positive traits: Understanding, instinctive, compassionate, artistic, sacrificing, charitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Negative Traits &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piscean characters are absent minded. They don't fare well in a controlled or fixed environment and generally rebel against convention. Pisceans wage only a personal battle.They can be so subtle, sensitive and emotional that they end up being a real drain on ones resources. In business they can be unreliable, idle, careless, impractical and ineffective. The negative side of Pisces is often fickle, a gossip, indiscreet, and gullible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces is easily misled because they want to believe. No matter how often they are led astray by vacant promises, they keep the faith and go on looking for their personal ideal. Their dreamy and impractical natures are a source of distress to those close to them.Being a mixture of an optimist and a pessimist , they find it difficult to make up their minds on any issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Negative traits: Pessimistic, impractical, unrealistic, fearful, emotionally restrained, melancholy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                       Profession &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the career department, they are better working by themselves than for someone else. Their sympathy equips them for careers in charity, catering to the needy, as a nurse, looking after the sick, or as a veterinarian, caring for animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a love of water, and can be found in work that keeps them near the sea. Pisces creativity includes a natural ability to imitate or mirror another person as well as enter into their feelings. These attributes make them wonderful character actors, and many Pisceans find great fulfillment on stage or in films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisces sense of others, is an ability that makes them effective in civil service and the legal arena. Many in law enforcement and the judicial system are Pisceans. Their intuitive and spiritual qualities can lead them into careers in religion or to service as mediums and mystics. Still others are creative cooks and chefs. Because of their versatility and plasticity, they often follow several vocations during their lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucky Stone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquamarine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquamarine is a member of the Beryl family of stones as emerald. Meaning - "sea water" it's not hard to figure out that it derives this name due to it's color being similar to that of the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advice for the Pisceans&lt;/strong&gt;Whether actually sick, or suffering from hypochondria, they are so demanding that they can wear out anybody's patience. When they feel rejected or lonely they may turn to drugs or alcohol for comfort.They should avoid this attitude.They lack decisiveness and are easily diverted from their purposes. &lt;br /&gt;Pisceans are most likely to suffer from nervous disorders, insomnia, anemia and despondency. They should live in bright, sunny and dry climates and should take good excercise. 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Leaguers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses are the cure-all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses call the SHOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses give Intensive Care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses have a lot of patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing is the gentle art of caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing is a work of Heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses are Angels in comfortable shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RN means Real Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses can really take the pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love cant cure it, nurses can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a nurse is not just a job, its an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses are the heartbeat of health care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses hold the key to recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of 1-100, nurses are a 98.6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the nurses, for they help us heal through love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every good doctor is a great nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always willing to 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.,sigNed wiTh LoVe foReveR tRue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,mAn..&lt;br /&gt;   ..jOni wAs tHe giRL wHo LiVed neXt dOoR...&lt;br /&gt;   ,i'Ve kNown heR,.i guEsS 10 yeArs oR moRe..&lt;br /&gt;   .,jOni wRote me a noTe oNe dAy...&lt;br /&gt;   ..,aNd tHis iS whAt sHe hAd tO sAy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...woMan..&lt;br /&gt;   ... jiMmy pLeAse sAy yOu'Ll waiT fOr mE..&lt;br /&gt;   .,i'Ll gRow up soMedAy yOu'Ll sEe..&lt;br /&gt;   .. sAviNg aLl my kiSseS juSt foR yOu..,&lt;br /&gt;   ,..siGned wiTh LoVe,.foReVer tRue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,.mAn..&lt;br /&gt;   ...sLowLy i rEad heR noTe oNce moRe..,&lt;br /&gt;   ..tHen i weNt oveR tO tHe hOuSe neXt dOoR...&lt;br /&gt;   ,.heR teAr dRops feLl LiKe rAin tHat dAy..&lt;br /&gt;   ..,wHen i toLd joNi whAt i hAd tO sAy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...maN.,&lt;br /&gt;   ..,jOni.,joNi pLeAse don'T cRy...&lt;br /&gt;   ... yOu'Ll foRgeT mE bY aNd by..&lt;br /&gt;   ,.yOu'Re juSt fiFtEen.,&lt;br /&gt;   ...aNd i'M tWeNty tWo..&lt;br /&gt;   ..aNd joNi i juSt cAn'T waiT foR yOu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..,mAn...&lt;br /&gt;   ,sOon i leFt ouR LitTLe hoMe toWn..&lt;br /&gt;   ..,gOt mE a jOb aNd tRieD tO seTtLe doWn,.&lt;br /&gt;   ,.buT tHese woRds kEpT hAunTing my meMoRy..,&lt;br /&gt;   ..tHe woRds thAt jOni sAid to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,.woMan..&lt;br /&gt;   ..,jiMmy pLeAse sAy yOu'Ll waiT foR mE..&lt;br /&gt;   ,.i'Ll gRow up soMe dAy yOu'Ll sEe...&lt;br /&gt;   ,..sAviNg aLl mY kiSses juSt foR yOu..&lt;br /&gt;   ...sigNed wiTh LoVe,.foReveR tRue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..mAn.,&lt;br /&gt;   ,.i paCked aLl mY cLothEs...&lt;br /&gt;   ..aNd i cauGht a pLane..&lt;br /&gt;   ...i hAd tO sEe joNi,..&lt;br /&gt;   .,i hAd tO eXpLain..&lt;br /&gt;   ...,hOw my heARt waS fiLled wiTh wiTh hEr meMory...&lt;br /&gt;   ....aNd aSk my joNi iF sHe'd maRry mE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,mAn..&lt;br /&gt;   .,i raN aLl tHe wAy.,tO tHe hOuSe neXt dOor...&lt;br /&gt;   ,.buT tHings weRen't LiKe tHey weRe befoRe,.&lt;br /&gt;   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Tomboy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howfeminineareyouquiz/tomboy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're having too much fun to bother with nail polish and crazy diets.&lt;br /&gt;Guys are instead impressed by how much you know and do!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howfeminineareyouquiz/"&gt;How Feminine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 48% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're part lady, part modern woman.&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Girly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty girly chick, and you're not ashamed to admit it (or wear pink).&lt;br /&gt;But you're also practical. You can hang with the guys, as long as they're not too gross!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Beagle Puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/beagle-puppy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful, energetic, and happy go lucky.&lt;br /&gt;And you're sense of smell is absolutely amazing!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Mild Mama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadaringwomanquiz/mild-mama.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be screaming at the top of your lungs to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;You rather chill, soak in the moment, and appreciate life for what it is&lt;br /&gt;Guys appreciate your "take life as it comes" approach...&lt;br /&gt;(Though they wouldn't mind if you got a little wild from time to time!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouadaringwomanquiz/"&gt;Are You a Daring Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were: A Mute Jester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Mongolia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Killed in Battle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Follow Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you.&lt;br /&gt;You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature.&lt;br /&gt;Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/"&gt;Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Japanese Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masako Takashi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/japanesenamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Japanese Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Pinot Noir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofwineareyouquiz/noir.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated and worldly, you probably know more about wine than most drinkers.&lt;br /&gt;You have great taste, and you approach all aspects of life with a gourmet attitude.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that the little things in life should be cherished and enjoyed... and of the best quality possible.&lt;br /&gt;And while you may take more time to eat a meal or tour a city, it's always time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you are: A seductive charmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partying style:  Refined. And you would never call it "partying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your company is enjoyed best with: Stinky expensive cheese&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofwineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Wine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Drama Princess (or Prince)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/princess.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not over the top dramatic, but you have your moments.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to steal the spotlight...&lt;br /&gt;And how to act out to get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around you know that you're good for a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, your drama gets a bit too much for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Tone it down a tad, and you'll still be the center of attention.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt;Are You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorlipglossareyouquiz/strawberry-kiss.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to life, you want the best of everything:&lt;br /&gt;The best clothes, the best friends, the best guy - and you usually get all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You impress most people you meet with your genuine class and style&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry is a classic, admired flavor that goes with many things. Sound familar?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatflavorlipglossareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Lip Gloss Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/buffy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We saved the world. I say we have to party."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superheroine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Is Represented By a Pink Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/pink.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see love as something that should be light, fun, and whimsical. &lt;br /&gt;People fall in love with you easily. And you tend to fall out of love easily!&lt;br /&gt;You express your love through attention and shared experiences. You love people more than they realize.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Rose Represents Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 58% Ready for Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoureadyformarriagequiz/marriage-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't quite ready for marriage, but you're getting close.&lt;br /&gt;You still have a few relationship issues to work out - whether it's with your current partner or someone new.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoureadyformarriagequiz/"&gt;Are You Ready for Marriage?&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/1525965896368698107-5163168308180583861?l=irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://irresistablegirlsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5163168308180583861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525965896368698107&amp;postID=5163168308180583861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525965896368698107/posts/default/5163168308180583861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. 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