<?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-9817653</id><updated>2011-08-04T01:49:30.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean Back</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-8641863134592554688</id><published>2010-06-07T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:57:48.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lackluster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel that I have neglected this blog for too long. Looking back at my really old posts, I feel (and this is entirely my own personal opinion) that I was witty enough and that I had a pretty good sense of humour.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, I just feel so angsty.. that I have far too many issues to write anything of interest to anyone --or to myself even. I think I can honestly say that I miss the "old" me -- not that I'd give up any of the "new" me... It's just hard to have transitioned into who I am now and hope to find traces of the person that I had thought myself to be. Does any of this make sense anyway???!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Work is stressful - but that isn't something that's unique to my job. everyone has their own form of stress regardless of what their job description is. I feel the need to inject some passion in my life, to do something that that inspires me and makes me feel crazy-alive. I think I need a career-change or a life-change. I think I think too much and that I don't spend enough time actually thinking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm a lost "grown-up". I've lost the child in me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-8641863134592554688?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/8641863134592554688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=8641863134592554688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/8641863134592554688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/8641863134592554688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2010/06/lackluster.html' title='Lackluster'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-5682148682158508732</id><published>2010-05-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:48:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in ruins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 Guns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Green Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you know what's worth fighting for?&lt;br&gt;When it's not worth dying for?&lt;br&gt;Does it take your breath away&lt;br&gt;And you feel yourself suffocating?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Does the pain weigh out the pride?&lt;br&gt;And you look for a place to hide?&lt;br&gt;Did someone break your heart inside?&lt;br&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you're at the end of the road&lt;br&gt;And you lost all sense of control&lt;br&gt;And your thoughts have taken their toll&lt;br&gt;When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your faith walks on broken glass&lt;br&gt;And the hangover doesn't pass&lt;br&gt;Nothing's ever built to last&lt;br&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you try to live on your own&lt;br&gt;When you burned down the house and home?&lt;br&gt;Did you stand too close to the fire&lt;br&gt;Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When it's time to live and let die&lt;br&gt;And you can't get another try&lt;br&gt;Something inside this heart has died&lt;br&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-5682148682158508732?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/5682148682158508732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=5682148682158508732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/5682148682158508732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/5682148682158508732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-in-ruins.html' title='I&amp;#39;m in ruins...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-2185249994647483365</id><published>2008-05-15T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:59:06.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny Goose</title><content type='html'>For the first time in ages, I actually had time to sit down and have breakfast before going to work. I was halfway through breakfast and going through our preso when my Lola came down to eat. I had the O-D-D-E-S-T conversation with her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lola:&lt;/span&gt; How old will you be in October?&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; 28&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lola:&lt;/span&gt; 28? So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelan ka mag-aasawa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ha??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ko pa talaga iniisip yun&lt;/span&gt; Lola.&lt;br&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lola:&lt;/span&gt; Good good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dapat mga pag-30 ka nalang ikasal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(This is odd because in past conversations, she wanted me to go and get married so I could give her great-grandchildren! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapos ngayon&lt;/span&gt;... weird!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lola:&lt;/span&gt; You don't drive your car to work &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit lagi nanjan sa&lt;/span&gt; garage?&lt;br&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me:&lt;/span&gt; Lola, I drive to work.  Coding&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lang ako&lt;/span&gt; yesterday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya &lt;/span&gt;I didn't bring my car.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Bet you she only saw my car yesterday = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LAGI/ PARATI&lt;/span&gt; ko iniiwan!!! Ayus!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me, Lola. I have to leave for work already. (as I get up from my seat)&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Family given nickname'&lt;/span&gt; (which I refuse to disclose, especially not in                     cyberspace!), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ano yang damit mo&lt;/span&gt;? Psychedelic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yan diba&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Me:&lt;/span&gt; (eyes as big as saucers) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha?&lt;/span&gt;?!! Yes Lola, my dress is psychedelic. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Wow, GROOVY!!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In other news, I got this message from my Mum this morning:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Am trying Globe's Tracker service. They might text you to ask for your permission to be tracked."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggghht!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YUN LANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-2185249994647483365?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/2185249994647483365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=2185249994647483365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/2185249994647483365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/2185249994647483365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2008/05/granny-goose.html' title='Granny Goose'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-639471748837943101</id><published>2008-04-25T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:57:23.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign of the Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBLNkQoKCEAAABD8TUs1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/SBLNkQoKCEAAABD8TUs1/flipflops.jpg?et=WgxZsOGkH2FRZNsg6vyfug&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;A few weeks back, my most favorite pair of flipflops met its untimely demise. I had just gotten home, I was about to step out of the car when the strap just snapped. Weird! I didn't know that it was possible to destroy a pair of havaianas. I always thought that these were borderline invincible --this pair in particular cos I've been toting this to anywhere and everywhere. This is my most used pair and this specifically has a lot of history and sentimental value.. but then again, recent events have lead me to believe that I may very well be mistaken and that what I gave value to may not deserve that kind of appraisal. I always think that it's better to be quiet or uninvolved rather than to throw a Tupperware party. Or when it's unavoidable, try not to be so transparent when your face is in plain view of other people who actually care. It's insulting really but at least I know better than to hold on to something that was never there in the first place.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;I've been painfully reminded that ghosts will always be ghosts and when you least expect it, they'll come back to haunt you. The past few weeks with last night's culminating activity has got me desperately begging for an exorcism. Just when I think things are okay, they all come out one by one and bite me in the ass. It's exhausting really. I just wanna lie in bed and forget about everything. If this keeps up, I don't know how long I'll last.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-639471748837943101?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/639471748837943101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=639471748837943101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/639471748837943101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/639471748837943101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2008/04/sign-of-times.html' title='A Sign of the Times'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-4353323837233118015</id><published>2008-04-01T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:39:24.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Confirmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R-M39goKCEAAADqwgSM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/R-M39goKCEAAADqwgSM1/bkk.jpg?et=4WOMErdEHJGEajt2%2CxvhAw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Things here at the Machineshop really happen at warp speed. In 4 hours, I will find myself on board an airplane that will take me to the NMHQ in BKK (that would've been a mouhful, really!) I'm excited and petrified at the same time.. but as with all new adventures--it'll be character building. Thundercats are GOoooo!!! :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-4353323837233118015?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/4353323837233118015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=4353323837233118015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/4353323837233118015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/4353323837233118015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-confirmed.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Confirmed'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-559847462792992878</id><published>2007-10-01T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:46:23.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>After months and months of putting it off, I finally went to see the dentist yesterday and as expected, I needed to have a tooth extracted. Actually, I need to have 5 more extracted but I'm going to schedule the trauma from that experience at a time when I'm more emotionally prepared. Kudos to my new dentist cos it didn't hurt much. I'm just in a really foul mood now because my gum's bleeding still and I've been hungry for 2 days!!! I stupidly put off breakfast and lunch before seeing the dentist and obviously, I couldn't eat anything after the extraction so you can just imagine how HUNGRY I am! I never thought that having to eat ice cream would ever make me sad. It's really depressing.. This is so NOT the perfect remedy for the birthday blues.. :-(&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Oddly so, I managed to ge a smoke in before heading up to the dentist's office. (Yes, my priorities are warped-- OBVIOUSLY!!!) I was standing in front of the chapel but I could no for the life of me bring myself to just go inside and talk to Him. It's been awhile.. I sucked on my 'last cigarette' watching people go in and out of the chapel, with no hesitations, no second thoughts. I wonder how faith seems so easy, so natural for them and why it seems so hard for me.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm probably not making any real sense.. Hunger makes the mind go wilder! Somebody help me! :-(   &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-559847462792992878?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/559847462792992878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=559847462792992878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/559847462792992878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/559847462792992878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2007/10/waiting-for-tooth-fairy.html' title='Waiting for the Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-7967736078268199875</id><published>2007-08-01T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T04:13:07.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumped!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in such a loooong time. I feel that I have somehow lost the ability to organize my messy thoughts into a seemingly organized post.. I just find it so weird and mildly disturbing that I can't freakin' write when this has always been one of my best outlets.. especially now when there are so many things going on. It's so frustrating! Ugh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;When all else fails, I post a 'theme song'.. not mine necessarily but just a 'theme song'.. :p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BAD HABIT&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destiny's Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How many times&lt;br&gt; Are you gonna apologize about the same thing&lt;br&gt; And how many times can I take you back&lt;br&gt; When I'm not the one that's doin' wrong&lt;br&gt; (When I'm not the one that's doin' wrong, yeah)&lt;br&gt; I thought maybe if I started prayin'&lt;br&gt; That we would get better, but&lt;br&gt; When I would pray the answer would always come back to me bein' done&lt;br&gt; But we are so hard headed when we're in love&lt;br&gt; So I&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I told myself that I would make some changes&lt;br&gt; But the more I change there's one thing that remains the same &lt;br&gt; I can't seem to shake ya&lt;br&gt; You seem to really have a hold on me&lt;br&gt; And everytime that we break up&lt;br&gt; We turn around and make up&lt;br&gt; This can't go on now&lt;br&gt; I gotta move on now&lt;br&gt; It's not the fact that I don't love you no more&lt;br&gt; But I gotta break this bad habit&lt;br&gt; Can't take his bad habit no more&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I'm totally out of my element&lt;br&gt; Learnin' new ways to live, while your in a comfort zone&lt;br&gt; Not even thinkin, (you couldn't think about me) to call &lt;br&gt; And then when I get mad you buy me gifts &lt;br&gt; Thinkin' it's gonna solve every issue&lt;br&gt; From the girl callin my phone, to the pictures that I saw&lt;br&gt; And every time you would break up with me for nothing at all&lt;br&gt; I've takin all I could take (I've takin all I could take)&lt;br&gt; But the way I live has gotta change, oh&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Let me break it down&lt;br&gt; Have you ever loved somebody&lt;br&gt; So much that you was just to blind to see&lt;br&gt; Past, all of the pain they was causin' you&lt;br&gt; Ladies do you feel me (do you feel me)&lt;br&gt; Have you ever loved somebody&lt;br&gt; So much that you went against the right things that you should do&lt;br&gt; Then it's time to make a change&lt;br&gt; So I&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-7967736078268199875?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/7967736078268199875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=7967736078268199875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/7967736078268199875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/7967736078268199875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2007/08/stumped.html' title='Stumped!!!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110974446324542628</id><published>2005-03-02T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:26.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Improvement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is it! I'm making the move! Link me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/9817653-110974446324542628?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110974446324542628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110974446324542628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110974446324542628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110974446324542628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/03/home-improvement.html' title='Home Improvement'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110966622792663190</id><published>2005-03-01T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:26.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster of Love2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost made you love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost made you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost made you happy, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Didn't I didn't I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You almost had me thinkin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You were turned around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But everybody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost doesn't count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost heard you saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You were finally free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What was always missing for you, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'd found it in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But you can't get to heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Half off the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everybody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost doesn't count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't keep on lovin' you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One foot outside the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hear a funny hesitation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of a heart that's never really sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can't keep on tryin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you're looking for more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Than all that I could give you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Than what you came here for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gonna find me somebody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not afraid to let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Want a no doubt be there kind of man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You came real close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But everytime you built me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You only let me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And everybody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost doesn't count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe you'll be sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe you'll be cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe you'll come runnin' back, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;From the cruel cruel world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost convinced me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're gonna stick around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But everybody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost doesn't count &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So maybe I'll be here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe I'll see ya 'round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That's the way it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Almost doesn't count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Almost Doesn't Count, Brandy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&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/9817653-110966622792663190?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110966622792663190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110966622792663190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110966622792663190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110966622792663190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/03/rollercoaster-of-love2.html' title='Rollercoaster of Love2'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110966566325559904</id><published>2005-03-01T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:26.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110966566325559904?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110966566325559904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110966566325559904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110966566325559904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110966566325559904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110863579543931380</id><published>2005-02-17T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is Where the Heart Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're finally &lt;a href="http://rollercoasteroflove.blogspot.com/"&gt;HOME!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9817653-110863579543931380?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110863579543931380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110863579543931380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110863579543931380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110863579543931380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/02/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is Where the Heart Is'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110837755639646777</id><published>2005-02-14T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret is Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SECRET&lt;/span&gt; is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Yes, my blog is no longer a secret.. no longer something that I hold dear and near to my heart because of the comfort it brings when I am able to lash out at the world when I am hurting--when the person I love the most breaks my heart over and over and over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But I think that I shall continue to write, in the hopes that this will cure the melancholia that I feel.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;I am so f@%*ing depressed&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;why won't anybody believe me? Why won't somebody come and save me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's Velentine's day.. but what the hell is that suppsoed to mean to me anyway?! It's a "holiday" especially designed to push desperate and lonely people off the deep end while Hallmark and chocolate factories and flower farms move in for the kill. I think I'm extra sad because it's Valentine's day... I don't quite know how to explain it, especially under the circumstances that I am currently in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Okay, enough of the drama. I feel sick to my stomach as it is.. I need not wallow in more drama as I am quite satiated for ten lifetimes over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;On a lighter note, I have been quite a movie buff in the past few weeks. I have seen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;1. Elektra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;2. Meet the Fockers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;3. Assault on Precint 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;4. A Very Long Engagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;5. Spanglish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;6. I Heart Huckabees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;7. In Good Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;8. Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;No too good considering I took up film in college but good enough considering how many movies have passed me by in the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;With Virramall closed (or has it re-opened?), I am glad to have found a new "pirate" haven where they have absolutely no qualms about displaying their goods and where you can actually verify if the movie you're buying is really a DVD copy. Coolness! I can't wait to get a fresh batch of new and old movies to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;I arrived pretty late at the office again today. Not the best way to start the week, especially with Chris finally fleeing the Factory. I definitely didn't sign-up for all the changes that are going to happen but what can I do, right? It's not as if I have the option to not-work. Hence, I am left to deal with the "autism" that becomes my environment. whoooooopeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)" href="http://chrisvstheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;, I hatechu! Ihatechu! Ihatechu! This place is sooooo quiet and sad without you... I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone or Eerie Indiana or something like that..hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;From my broken heart to yours, I leave you all with this... Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;When it comes to relationships, maybe we're all in glass houses, and shouldn't throw stones because you can never really know. Some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Carrie, HBO's Sex and the City&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/9817653-110837755639646777?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110837755639646777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110837755639646777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110837755639646777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110837755639646777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/02/secret-is-out.html' title='The Secret is Out!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110733900601185344</id><published>2005-02-02T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Ever After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Harry:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out.&lt;br /&gt;I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Billy Crystal to Meg Ryan, When Harry Met Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;So, needless to say things are going pretty well in that department. I'm not counting my chickens just yet though but at least with everything going on in my life right now, that's one thing less to think off and worry about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;'s being so sweet and loving and characteristically/ uncharacteristically (go figure) open about how his feelings. I'm sure we're both just really tired of fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;I knocked some sense into my own head hence-while I am still quite anxious about things--I am no longer an excessively hormonal puffalump--well, maybe just a puffalump but I'm trying to do something about that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;I took the train home last Monday and this couple caught my attention because they were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;sweet and all over each other. I was a bit put off at first but when I saw how he would look at her, right before he would kiss her (and he did kiss her a record number of times considering there were just about 3 stops from the time I got on the train), I couldn't help but feel jealous. It seems as if I haven't seen that look in sooooo long and I don't think I've seen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; that in love with me since God knows when. It's sad. Maybe this is just my hormones talking but then again maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Every girl, at one point in her life, has dreamt of becoming a princess or at least to be treated like one. To this day, that's still what I want. I want the romance (minus the drama) and I want the whole production/ musical extravaganza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;I want to be swept off my feet, dammit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Not just once in the bluest of blue moons but everyday. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not high-maintenance. I'm actually very easy to please...although not easy to figure out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Had lunch with my co-Factory workers (that's what everyone seems to be calling it anyway!) and I felt conflicted with emotions. On one hand, I think I'm going to get along with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;new kid on the block &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(I think we have to wait for the announcement before we can call him by name) and while this whole transition period is going to be crazeeee, I know that we'll make it. On the other hand, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)" href="http://chrisvstheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Supah-visor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; only has 7 days left in this crummy ol' Factory. *sigh* Yes, he'll probably be back for consultation and what-not but it's still going to be different--very different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Chris, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ayoko pa mag-emote!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; So no "goodbyes" or no "go team" messages for you just yet but thanks for the motivation. I needed that. Next week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nalang tayo mag-drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;hehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110733900601185344?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110733900601185344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110733900601185344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110733900601185344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110733900601185344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/02/happily-ever-after.html' title='Happily Ever After'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110681823155905064</id><published>2005-01-27T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell's Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre style="FONT: 12px trebuchet ms; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;When nothing's even wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;And you're ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Cause you're not quite that strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;That's when I said I'll need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;More than you can offer me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I miss your face as you can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I hope my absence makes you well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Cause what I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Is I was killing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I said a lot of things that I didn't mean to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;But I am older now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;And I am sorry too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;So I can wait awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;If it brings me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I am shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I never speak a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;And you are numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;From all the things you never heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;That's when I said I'll need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;More than you can offer me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;But now I own an empty space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;And I can't fill it with your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Cause what I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Is I was killing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I said a lot of things that I didn't mean to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;But I am older now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;And I believe in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;So I can wait awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;If it brings me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-What I Didn't Know, Athenaeum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;For  what ever it's worth, I am sorry too... I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a lighter note, I had lunch with one of my girlfriends at the M cafe (or Museum Cafe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in Greenbelt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;YUMMY!!! &lt;/span&gt;The best way to pick up your mood is with incredibly good food. We both have our own issues to deal with but when the food came, all our worries magically disappeared. She had some pumpkin soup thing and a spicy thai beef sandwich while I had a smoked &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;longganisa&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;queso kalabaw&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait to try the other stuff on their menu--especially their strawberry and mint cheesecake, chocolate choc-nut cake (something like that) and I guess everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It 's the perfect place to while your time away. I can imagine myself spending the day there with a really good book and with my journal. (They have nice hard-bound notebooks in the cafe's store. I WANT!!!) We sat outdoors of course and it was quite cool , windy and not the least bit sunny. Plus, considering that it's in Makati, it was smoker-friendly. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BLONDE MOMENT: &lt;/span&gt;I love their uniforms. Black, white and gray japanese inspired kimonos and obis worn in different ways. Cool! If only for that (and maybe free food and drinks), I'd willingly work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is immaculate--it's so clean that the bathrooms smelled like it was freshly disinfected for us. It wasn't exactly minty but not purely lemon-y either. It smelled like that Riccola candy that my lolo used to have all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely coming back to try their martinis and their dessert! Only good food, great company and a wide array of mixed drinks can keep me sane nowadays. (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;O, drama nanaman! hehe&lt;/span&gt;) Three cheers for today's payslip!!! M cafe', I shall be back! Oh yes, I shall be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110681823155905064?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110681823155905064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110681823155905064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110681823155905064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110681823155905064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/01/hells-kitchen.html' title='Hell&apos;s Kitchen'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110664390020904498</id><published>2005-01-25T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotera!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pang-emote! *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre style="FONT: 12px trebuchet ms; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;'m so tired of being here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And if you have to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;There's just too much that time can not erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;But you still have all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;You used to captivate me by your resonating light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;There's just too much that time can not erase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;But you still have all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;But though you're still with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I've been alone all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I held your hand through all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-My Immortal, Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110664390020904498?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110664390020904498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110664390020904498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110664390020904498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110664390020904498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/01/emotera.html' title='Emotera!!!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110627447551657894</id><published>2005-01-24T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH JOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OH JOY! SAGAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a weekend that actually went well into this morning! Saturday was spent "beautifying" at the salon followed by a mad-rush shopping spree (in only under 20 minutes) with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. Although I haven't been dressing the part, I think I'm a pretty good shopper. There's actually a longer story behind that but I'm not in the mood to get into it right now (...actually, I don't think I'll be in any mood to tell that story-ever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sunday was spent in Laguna with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;, our friends, our instruments, yummy food and a whole lot of booze. Funny how plans just fell into place, especially considering we were all pretty much intoxicated (yet again...) when we decided on this road trip. It was suppsoed to be a band-bonding moment but it turned out to be so much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There are so many stories to share about yesterday's adventure--as in the"trail", rolling down the hill, racing on the path, a million and one cigarette butts, trekking, falling into a ditch, and it goes on and on and on-- but I guess you just had to be there to get why it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pictures to follow once I finally get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OH JOY! IDOL IS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While the auditions they've been showing aren't as funny as last years or at least not as memorable, I'm still quite happy that the new season is back and on two channels (Star World and ABC5) even! Wednesdays and Thursdays are Idol days so expect me to be stuck at home (at least until about 9pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While there are truly a lot of talented people in the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;madami lang talagang ilusyonado at ilusyonada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I honestly can't believe the stunned looks on their faces when the judges turn them down. One girl actually had voices talking in her head! (cue Psycho music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ernk-ernk-ernk-ernk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Watching Idol means so much more to me than just finding someone to root for or guessing who was going to be eliminated next. It reminds me of all that quality time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; spent together, watching in bed or while we were having dinner. It was fun and life (for an hour) was peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OH JOY! I Heart Jennifer Garner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Elektra will be out on theaters this Wednesday! Yipeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I didn't really care who Jennifer Garner was until after much prodding, I decided to check out Alias on AXN (bless their soul!) It was really COOL. FULLSTOP. I got so addicted that I even got my Mom hooked. We'd ending up fighting to stay awake jsut to catch the repeat telecast past midnight since we both couldn't get home in time for the primetime showing. By the time the third season came out, I was busy buying VCD copies of each episode (for P50 each mind you) and we would have Alias marathons in my room. By the time we were on episode 20 (with 2 more episodes to go and after spending what seems like an obscene amount of money), the DVD copy of the entire season came out for about P600 only. Crap! It was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;With Virramall closed for renovations, I am a bit distraught about not being able to get my hands on the new season soon. (They've already aired the 4th episode on TV in the States) but I have faith in the Pirates of the Philippines! GO TEAM! I shall soon get my hands on Season 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;OH JOY! Y'ALL GOIN' DOWN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm being sarcastic of course! Call center people in this building are the bane of my existence. I don't mean to generalize but 9.5 out of the 10 times that I have been in the lift with at least 2 of these creatures, they managed to royally piss off the other people inside mainly because they're noisy, they're restless, they talk incessantly, they take too much space allotted for an individual and so on and so forth. One funny incident (although I didn't really find myself laughing): I was on the lift with just one callboy and he still couldn't keep quiet and keep still! He still managed to make some noise on his own--tapping his shoes, making weird noises, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm really beginning to think that the call center environment fosters this new breed of.. I'm not quite sure what to call them. Rumor has it that complaints have been filed left and right about these people but I'm guessing this just fueled their need and desire to annoy everyone else in the building. Congratulations, you guys are doing a mighty good job at it. I hope you get banned from all the elevators FOREVER and EVER and EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OH JOY! OH JOY! OH JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's time to clock out of work and I've been quite unproductive. I don't know what's gotten into me these days (although I have an idea...) but I hope that I can snap out of this. It's the crazee weather. I've got the sniffles :p &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/9817653-110627447551657894?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110627447551657894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110627447551657894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110627447551657894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110627447551657894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-joy.html' title='OH JOY!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110609891782568564</id><published>2005-01-19T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Makes me want to lose myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Makes me want to lose myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's something in your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Makes my heart beat fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope this feeling lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you knew how lonely my life has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And how long I've felt so low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you knew how I wanted someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And change my life the way you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Feels Like Home, Chantal Kreviazuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Things have finally mellowed for us--after what seemed like 20 years of fighting. It's amazing and at the same time somewhat of a shock. I guess we're both just really tired of all the bickering and fighting over the littlest of things which obviously doesn't do us any good. We're still both going through a lot of things as individuals but oddly, it seems as if we're actually dealing with it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No, this is not a martyr-speech. I'm not delusional either. I just know that this is really what I want and I'm not going to let my once in a lifetime pass me by. I guess bottomline, regardless of all the crap that we've dished out at each other, the good times still outweigh the bad and believe it or not, he makes me happy like no one else can. He's my &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;-albeit the dysfunctionality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On another note, this song reminds me of a really good friend of mine. Aside from the Dawson's Creek soundtrack, I know this was used for some movie (Is it How To Lose?) and we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(referring to our now-defunct band) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;had hoped to play this.(My new band however is about to hit some bars soon so watch out for us!) I found out yesterday that I'm going to be a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ninang&lt;/span&gt; soon. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What a SHOCK!&lt;/span&gt; But hey, they sounded happy and they took the news pretty well cos' they've been somewhat expecting it (looooooooong story) so... Congratulations Mommy Boppers and Daddy Rocker! (I hope it's a GIRL! Wawaa Daddy Rocker! hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;While I know that babies are blessings and gifts and yadda yadda, I'm just pretty freaked. It's as if everyone's either pregnant, about to give birth or has already given birth. It's stressful really. (okay..did I just overshare?!) Although, we actually had an entire conversation regarding our future kids' names- Quincy, Quentin and Quira (just in case we get a girl). We expect that their future teachers in their future schools, among a whole lot of others, will find ways to bastardize their names with their &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;dection&lt;/span&gt; so these will probably change in the future. Seriously though, at this point in my life, I simply can't quite picture myself as a mom. If I was placed in that situation, I don't think I'd be equipped to handle it. And for the record, based on my history with my mother, when the right time comes, I'll be praying on both knees for a BABY BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110609891782568564?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110609891782568564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110609891782568564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110609891782568564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110609891782568564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/01/feels-like-home.html' title='Feels Like Home'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110569628907156851</id><published>2005-01-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend E's and V's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chill out whatcha yelling for?&lt;br /&gt;Lay back, it's all been done before&lt;br /&gt;And if you could only let it be&lt;br /&gt;You will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somebody else round everyone else&lt;br /&gt;You're watching your back, like you can't relax&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Why you have to go and make things so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Life's like this&lt;br /&gt;You fall and you crawl and you break&lt;br /&gt;And you take what you get&lt;br /&gt;And you turn it into honesty&lt;br /&gt;Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;-&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Complicated, Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Weekend-downer:&lt;/span&gt; I am officially in another &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;non-argument&lt;/span&gt; again. The weekend is just a few minutes away. My plans-- nothing specific, just mainly to survive the weekend. It hasn't even begun and yet it is seemingly off to a bad start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: centerfont-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-size:85%;" &gt;SPARE ME THE MOTHERF**CKING DRAMA PLEEEEAAASE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is already a goddamn' soap opera on local tv (cos' foreign ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; have uncanny spins to them)! My forefathers must have created drama so naturally, I don't need more of it. I feel like my insides are about to burst from all the stress so I must stop ranting now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Weekend-upper: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Got an SMS from Powerbooks. I can now complete the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)" href="http://www.randomhouse.com/bantamdell/kinsella/index.html"&gt;Bloomwood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; series! Yipeeee! It's shallow but I need to stop thinking and to just be entertained&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110569628907156851?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110569628907156851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110569628907156851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110569628907156851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110569628907156851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/01/weekend-es-and-vs.html' title='Weekend E&apos;s and V&apos;s'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110543584011887445</id><published>2005-01-11T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately Seeking Normalcy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I will not be the first one to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if he never calls me again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll always think of him fondly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As an ASSHOLE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Carrie, HBO's Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Warning: This is a rant-y/whiny post so stop reading if you're not in the mood for any dramatics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All I wanted was to have just ONE normal day but apparently, in this day and age, ONE day is too freakin' much to ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It just saddens me that the ONE person that you count on the most to be stable and comforting when you're in a really ugly place in your life turns out to be the first one to screw you over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;As if I really need more drama in my life!!! &lt;/span&gt;The ONE thing that I'm trying to avoid is the same thing that blows-up in my face. I don't even know what the hell I did and wrong and yet I feel like I'm being punished AGAIN! I'm so disappointed but at the same time, I feel that it might've been my fault for expecting too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My life is one hell of a rollercoaster ride but of late, it seems more like a bungee jump that has yet to bounce back up. My world is slowly falling apart--in every aspect. It's as if I have no safe place to turn to or to hide under while everything around me crumbles. I'm sick to my stomach just thinking about what else the future might bring because frankly, I'm not so sure how much more I can handle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't even know what makes people think that I'm strong enough to take things on all by lonesome when really, I feel like I'm ready to break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay, so much for the drama... I must pull myself together and get out of this state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://chrisvstheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Supah-visor &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;is flying the coop! Yes, he is ready to spread his wings to horizons far and beyond. While this may not be a good thing for me, I sincerely wish him well. And as an homage':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Carrie: &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I can't leave New York. I don't know how I'd do someplace else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Samantha:&lt;/span&gt; Believe me, your fabulousness would translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-HBO's Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Take care and be well &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lola&lt;/span&gt;!!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110543584011887445?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110543584011887445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110543584011887445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110543584011887445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110543584011887445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/01/desperately-seeking-normalcy.html' title='Desperately Seeking Normalcy'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110506979324524518</id><published>2005-01-07T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Ride My Rollercoaster Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rollercoaster of Love say what&lt;br /&gt;Rollercoaster yeah (oohh oohh oohh)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh baby you know what I'm talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rollercoaster of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah it's Rollercoaster time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lovin' you is really wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh it´s just a love rollercoaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step right up and get your tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Love Rollercoaster, Red Hot Chili Peppers,&lt;br /&gt;The Beavis and Butthead Do America OST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thought that maybe this year would be different from last and yet it seems like I have come full circle and then some... (i.e. freaking crappy to crappy to motherfreaking crappy) &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;to make matters completely worse than they already are, I have no one to blame really and there's nothing much I can honestly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Why?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Talk about &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;OWNING&lt;/span&gt; my life this year. I certainly own one crappy life.. if things don't turn around for me soon... I'm going to turn from homicidal to suicidal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110506979324524518?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110506979324524518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110506979324524518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110506979324524518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110506979324524518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/01/come-ride-my-rollercoaster-baby.html' title='Come Ride My Rollercoaster Baby'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110506856392645898</id><published>2005-01-06T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:25.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never felt magic crazy as this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never held emotion in the palm of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But now you're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brighten my northern sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Northern Sky, Nick Drake (Serendipity OST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I LIVE. I LOVE. I DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;13th month and counting... and counting... and counting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We all live, fall in love and eventually, we all die. It's a cycle.. .a process... that I'm sure no one who has lived on this planet has ever escaped. Because even those with the coldest of hearts and darkest of souls have surely loved at least once in their lives. (how else could they have ended up that way?! yes, the bitter pill!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;So let us live and love and maybe push back the dying bit for as long as we can..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love you forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love you for always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Happy Monthsary Baby! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110506856392645898?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110506856392645898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110506856392645898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110506856392645898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110506856392645898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/01/love-forever.html' title='Love Forever'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110491706881414822</id><published>2005-01-05T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:24.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My randomly generated resolution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="300" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)" align="center"&gt;In the year 2005 I resolve to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring back disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://resolution.geek-foo.net/"&gt;Get your resolution here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Believe me, there's nothing better than dancing your blues away (aided by tons of moonshine of course!) --&gt; that by the way, is my word for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;MOONSHINE.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Seriously speaking of resolutions, I resolve to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;1. Save more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;2. Shop less (but at the same time update my wardrobe cos i want to--)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;3. Change my look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;4. Pray more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;5. Talk less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;6. Make money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;7. Be more independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;8. Be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;9. Lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;10. Gain peace of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Simple but seemingly difficult to do. I wish myself luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110491706881414822?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110491706881414822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110491706881414822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110491706881414822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110491706881414822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-need-resolution.html' title='I Need A Resolution'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9817653.post-110422578359370080</id><published>2005-01-03T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:35:24.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, New beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;2005 is finally here! After the 365 and then some days of suffering and bad karma, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;here!!! Although 2004 wasn't all that great and I can't really say that it had any highlights, there are still some things that I am thankful for and that I'll remember when I think of 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. I am still alive (who would've thought I'd survive all the emotional drama/trauma I've been through)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. I still have a roof over me head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. I am (relatively) healthy (albeit the excessive smoking and drinking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. I still have a family that undeniably loves me (even with all the crazy things that we've all been through)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5. Mom and I are in speaking terms and she still calls me "Anak".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. Dad had an actual shining fatherly moment which brought me to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7. My brothers are the best! I know that they've got my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8. I am loved-- thanks Hubby! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9. I have lost but found myself--not completely, but I'm getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10. I have a normal, stable job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11. I have learned to commute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12. I am more independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;13. I lost some weight. (which I unfortunately gained back! crap!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;14. I played in a band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;15. I lost my old band but put together a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;16. I actually look like I know what I'm doing when I'm on the k-hon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;17. We rocked at our company's Christmas party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;18. I lost some friends but made some new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;19. I reconnected with my high school friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;20. I have friends who keep me sane and who never judge me when I go nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;21. I didn't get extremely drunk on my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;22. I was well taken care of when I eventually got drunk on other occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;23. I didn't do drugs. (not that I've ever really...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;24. I read some really good or at the very least, rather entertaining books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;25. I was introduced to new music by my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;26. I didn't get into any freak accidents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;27. I made it to Divisoria in one-piece, by myself during the Christmas season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;28. I SHOPPED! And I shopped a lot with my own money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;29. I learned additional computer skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;30. I got a SUN cellular number--24/7 baby! hehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;31. I didn't let my once in a lifetime pass me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;32. I became more patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;33. I am more rational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;34. I learned how to be more creative when it comes to buying gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;35. I learned to give truly without expecting to receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;36. I learned how to apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;37. I learned how to love unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;38. I fought for the one I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;39. I allowed myself to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;40. I allowed myself to need someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;41. I allowed myself to admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;42. I learned a lot of new "tricks".. heehee :9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;43. I got a marriage proposal. (and I actually proposed to my man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;44. I fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;45. I learned (still learning..) to curb my temper--&gt; Anger Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;46. I was able to write again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;47. I am more obedient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;48. I went into business last month (and wil be entering other business ventures this year).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;49.I am more headstrong and determined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;50. After all the crap that I've been through in the past 12 months, I don't really hatethe world or anyone or anything and I'm actually beginning to like (and even truly love) myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My &lt;a href="http://chrisvstheuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Supah-visor&lt;/a&gt; gave me some fabulous advise before 2004 ended. He said, "Own IT!" It's time to take control of my life and of everything that happens in it. I should be the one to decide when I'll be happy, when I'll be sad, when good things will happen and when I'll allow bad things to occur and this year, I WILL! I will do more, think more, say more and whine less. It's time to equalize the BAD KARMA Baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So, Welcome 2005! Bring it On! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9817653-110422578359370080?l=hushnowchild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/feeds/110422578359370080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9817653&amp;postID=110422578359370080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110422578359370080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9817653/posts/default/110422578359370080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hushnowchild.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-new-beginnings.html' title='New year, New beginnings'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
